The Coresasa are the little polygonalical creatures called Doofs that come out of your corners. They aren't actually called Doofs, they're called Coresasa, but still, that's not the point. The Coresasa used funkadelic magic to blend some sweet brew that forms the life and party of Aerth. Wrongy Plonk (Dongle's father, and Ponko's distant not-so-related-but-still-related-step-uncle-uncle) was the leader of the tribe, and served the two Funkchilds the slurpy Funksoup brew of life that energized our bodies and soothed our souls. Now, the Funksoup wasn't that good tasting, but it still was because it's funky. All Coresasa suffer from Funkadasiasiasis, a rare disease that can send you into seizures, and sets your eyes ablaze in a pink inferno, in the name of Funkuh, our higher power in our brave and glorious religion, Funkistanitii. Don't question it. The Coresasa didn't hunt, they didn't eat, they didn't drink, they didn't sleep. They lived off the vibes of funk in the deep undertones of life, hugging Father Aerth close to their heart. Many fell into an eternal sleep like this, an endless seizure and an endless inferno of Funkfire.
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