Stanley Tweedle is a god, a warrior and a gent.
We are not fit to suck his feet, or dine on his excrament.
At night we croon, by the light of a moon
of his courage and his creed.
Hey ho there he goes, oh woe for his foes,
long live the Tweedle seed.
Stanley, Stanley, top of the hero class.
Stanley, Stanley, we live to Kiss his Ass!
Stan has also had a rough life full of humiliation and pain. He was once a courier for His Divine shadow before he was demoted to a class 4 gaurd. He kinda messed up when he refused to turn on the tractor beam for a prisoner-transport, containing Zev, Giggerota the wicked, Thodin and some less relevant prisoners. The warden of the carrier couldn't remember the code for Stanley to turn on the docking-beam, but yet he was punished to offer some bodyparts to the proteinbank. The usual punishment for his "crime" was electrification, but because he had 991 demerits he would receive a more severe punishment than he was originally supposed to get. He was just about to turn himself in, but he didn't arrive in time to the punishment-center, so he got wanted for complete termination.
