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The miller’s son learned that the best starch to be obtained from grain was the starch that got compacted at the bottom.

That starch commanded a higher price.  A stiffer price.

Then, his stock of special starch was stolen.

Thus went the story of the Raiders of the Low Starch.

He had to make a name for himself.

He was strong, but not strong enough to be known for his strength.

Quick, but not quick enough either.

So he invented his signature move: ripping out his enemies’ throats until blood oozed everywhere.

That earned him his name:

The Carotid Kid.