The feeling I associate with them is similar to the feeling you get when you come home at night and find a bowl half-filled with soaking corn flakes that you forgot about in the morning. It's a disgusting mush that looks like it's been digested and vomited out at least twice, but by God and All That Is Holy you will eat that shit now, right now, down the hatch, even if it ruins your appetite for dinner, don't even think about it, because, well, that's the kind of son-of-a-bitch you are. Your momma didn't raise no quitter!
But free market
SoP's stay crunchy in milk.