Your name is BRO STRIDER. You are obsessed with PUPPETS and your entire APARTMENT is filled with their sweet PLUSH RUMPS. You live with your younger brother/child/victim DAVE, who just doesn’t understand the SUBTLETIES and IRONY that drive your every action. He’ll learn soon enough, you hope.
Those SWEET ANIME SHADES stay on your face at all times just as that RAD BASEBALL CAP never leaves your head. You wouldn’t be caught dead without them. Not that you’re going to die any time soon. COOL DUDES don’t die.
You are sure you have plenty of years left to TORMENT your little bro, with or without the help of your best buddy LIL CAL. Sweet.
Fuck, that was pretty dorky.