I have of late begun to think of "slice" as a grave misnomer, preferring to insert "pile" -- as in "hot steaming stinking rancid pile of (inset favorite offal or excremental effluvium here)".
But that is merely my opinion, and since I discount the veracity of the Genesis account of creation, and view talking snakes as neither more than moral fable nor any more profound than Pandora and her box, I am sure that to the Salvation Assured™ crowd will take exception, but that I take for granted.
I left the wonderful wacky world of fundamentalism literally as soon as I left home, for the better, I assure all -- for my own spiritual journey unemcumbered by screeching legalistic prissy practitioners of the odious Superfundamentlist Protestant variety. What a joy discovering that there were clergy who praeched to people and not at them!
What a joy to discover that the church is for the living and not the dead and that one is allowed and even encouraged to think and research and not memorize! Selah.