When the Carrotians won their last great galactic war with the Primari from the star system Magenta, an endurance battle that lasted for nearly nine hundred years of shooting at tacky primary coloured Duplo-like spaceships with very annoying Colour Reflector Shields and deadly Confetti Scatter Beams, their empire finally flourished with a whopping thirty two star systems, twenty four inhabited planets, forty five inhabited moons, a few dozen interesting asteroids and one rather nifty black hole.
However, the Carrotians got rather bored with the whole conquering business pretty quickly as the job of supreme interstellar tyrant turned out to involve far more paperwork and systematic genocide as they ever had imagined. Most galactic races would die just to get into the position of ultimate power the Carrotians were in, and many did. But that's not the point. As for we must not forget that the Carrotians always remain in the first place a race of deeply creative people, of artists. The who
Careless Words...It stings like the bite of the mosquito--
It takes something away.
And yet you cannot eliminate the cause
As you can with the little vampire
Because you might lose more--
More than you already have.
So it festers and bothers and stings and burns:
The cruel words of a friend,
Needlessly and carelessly given.