You ever dig in your own ass looking for little bulbs and polyps and pustules most foul, only to find true friendship lies in its depths? Yes indeed, in the vast deep reaches of my stinky britches, a sacred sepulchre holds the eternal bones of Sir Sloppevir Sloppelstrinic. Yes, it's true, the very same. The decorated war-hero and leader of the ancient Slopperites in the war known of as the Sloppening, and its subsequent conflicts known as the Slopping Years. With this mighty boon, and God on my side, Ill divest your mother of her cheesy moot and rule with an Iron Slop.