Brotrix

One day, Expunged was bored. He was often bored. He had nothing to do except rule over puny little powerless bambisonas floating around in warped pngs of odd things, but that gets boring especially when no one challenges your ultimate power. It had been three millenium since that brown-haired teenager and his talking dog had settled a power balance with him over the 2nd and 3rd dimensions. It had been one millenium since he'd tired of playing around with that transgender nightmare of a brother, Bandu. Expunged was bored. Bored. bored, bored, bored, bored. Then he had an idea. He would sit down at his cylendrical workbench, and create. He was good at creating, though he'd had to work out the kinks when he'd first discovered he could do things like this. He decided to base his idea off of some farmer who had wandered into his realm one day. Bambuddy? Bumbrother? Whatever. It didn't matter. All that mattered was what was taking shape at his non-existent fingertips. Finally, he'd done it. He'd created......