My mother worked on a dungheap where she rolled turds into little balls and sold them as fertilizer. She gave birth to me in a hole that she hollowed out in the dryer part of the pile. I was nursed at first, kept hidden during the day to prevent me being eaten. As I was weaned on corn and peanuts, seeds, and other hard to digest materials, I grew strong. My mother could not talk, She only uttered "P00P" occasionally. This eventually became my name. I was five when she finally died of a major tapeworm infestation, I was discovered by a group of artists that made religious statues out of excrement. I was soon put to work hauling dung for the artists. Brought up in these harsh conditions, my body's immune system became very strong. Although I make Typhoid Mary look like a "little problem", I'm the man if you need something delivered to the local quarentined colony.
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