He's the boss of everyone and gets every girl he wants basically a god

A few weeks ago, no one had “cheugy” in their vocabulary . Now everything is saturated with the word. It’s in our heads. It’s in our homes. Everyone is asking: “Am I cheugy? Am I a basic ass bitch? Am I GUILTY of being cheugy?”

The proliferation of cheugy in the mainstream discourse can only be attributed to one source: mental terror. It’s an orchestrated psychological trap to make you question your tastes and interests in the eyes of others.

You are not a cheug. YOU’RE PERFECT!!!!

It is very suspicious that the cheugy mascot is a Minion, a literal cyclops, a deformed
yellow panopticon in overalls ... do not let the all-seeing eye to control you. Be vigilant. Resist cheugy psyops.

Caston is an incredibly sweet guy. He always knows how to make someone laugh when they need it. He will go out of his way to help someone in need. People will always catch him singing to himself but he doesn't care. If you know a Caston, don't let him go. He's special in every way.

His friend Carter is short.