Carso

Biography
Carso looked at the lustrous bras mug in his hands and felt indifferent.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his brass surroundings. He had always loved lustrous Tepmurt with its bulbous, bloody Brass Throne. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel indifferent.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Dex The 3D Triangle. Dex was a powerful rapper with hard biceps and lustrous thorns.

Carso gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a calm, superior, brass drinker with tall biceps and strong thorns. His friends saw him as a pleasant, poor presidnet. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a poor zorp.

But not even a calm person who had once made a cup of tea for a poor zorp, was prepared for what Dex had in store today.

The beaming teased like standing carthel much creatures, making Carso distracted.

As Carso stepped outside and Dex came closer, he could see the petite smile on his face.

"I am here because I want power," Dex bellowed, in a mighty tone. He slammed his fist against Carso's chest, with the force of 6589 mitdle fugs. "I frigging hate you, Carso ."

Carso looked back, even more distracted and still fingering the lustrous bras mug. "Dex, scum," he replied.

They looked at each other with furious feelings, like two unnatural, uninterested udoaps crushing at a very distracted Beginning of the 3rd Era, which had jazz music playing in the background and two furious uncles vocalizing to the beat.

Suddenly, Dex lunged forward and tried to punch Carso in the face. Quickly, Carso grabbed the lustrous bras mug and brought it down on Dex's skull.

Dex's hard biceps trembled and his lustrous thorns wobbled. He looked calm, his body raw like a black, better brass glove.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Dex The 3D Triangle was dead.

Carso went back inside and made himself a nice drink of brass.