‘Mite makes right

What was this stinking brown stuff before him? It tasted like it had been squeezed out of an arse, though whether a human one or not he couldn’t say. Ugh! The taste was unbelievably foul. He wondered why he was even being asked to try it. Yet there was Matthew – if that was his real name – dipping his finger in and lapping it off with a grin, and not even a perverted one. If anything his expression was wholesome. It was so wrong. It w- oh, wait, it was just Vegemite.