Smup was covered in soft, purple, downy fur, and was approximately 18 inches from his head to his ****. People would have said he smelled of Quentin Tarantino movies, had cinema been invented. He spent most of his days trying to find words that rhymed with "Spellbinding" and painting genitalia on passing amphibians.
One morning, just before what Smup thought of as "**** time", he decided to dislike everything. Before what he thought of as "second **** time", he had invented the words "contempt", "****", "untermensch", and the phrase "taking all our jobs".
Within days he had become hugely popular with other furry purple things, and shunned by everything that was not furry and purple. Tales of his intolerance became legendary and gave rise to tales that purple furry things considered great party jokes, and everything else considered downright poor taste.
As generations were born and died, the stories survived, but memories of Smup gradually fell into the realms of occasional myths. Eventually Smup's name was largely forgotten, while the tales of his rabid xenophobia became myths, legends, proverbs and common aphorisms.
Many centuries later, a small, sexually confused proto-primate had an revelation, and became supernaturally possessed to write "The Gospel of Smup" which he claimed was a divine treatise on the nature of white-trash supremacy.
And thus was born the Church of Smup, and the ordination of Pope Varrus 1st.
Lemme here you say "Po' Crackuh"
