Welcome to Uncle Binley's Room
Working in a petri dish in a dark sub-basement laboratory, Dawgboy and Jum conducted the Military Man examinations in mid 1998. The environmental hazard triggered by the resulting chemical spill created quite an outburst.
The ensuing chaos from toxin inebriated locals forced the helpless team to release their secret portfolio. La Crema De La Muerte

Considered by some "A survival kit for the new generation" and coined, "An eclectric blend of herbs and juices bubbling from the basement floor",
Crema embodies all that is moist in this arid amphitheater we call the backyard.

Dawgboy and Jum do most of their dirty work in a humble crawlspace called "The Clubhouse", residing in the stark zone inside the Chicago city limits. Some folks call them the "saviors of our era", others shout "Serpent Slop" as they walk by.
(we don't really know why)