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Reskin Overcooked so you're a bunch of Hobbits getting food, beer, and pipeweed served to customers at The Green Dragon.

Then have a later level where you're Sauron and his minions trying to crank out magical rings of various sorts.

"Trump Secures Coveted Worm-Eaten Brain Demographic"

"Experts Say Worm Eating Brain May Induce One to Endorse Trump"

"Man with Worm-Eaten Brain and Man with Adult Diaper to Form Unstoppable Super-Ticket"

First devouring all of Fantasia, now this.

Not sure if...

Trump Secures Crucial Brain Eaten By Worm Demographic

...or...

Breaking: Having Brain Eaten By Worm May Lead To Trump Endorsement

...is the more appropriate headline.

The lord took her away from me

No he didn't, you irresponsible fuck. Your reckless killed her. If you had been watching the road and driving at a safe speed, she'd be alive right now. A stalled car on a straight road shouldn't present an unavoidable obstacle for a car driving at or under the posted speed limit. Take some ownership of your own mistakes before you start trying to blame the almighty for your fuckups.

Not GPS, but I found myself waking up in the back seat of a car when some friends and I had driven all night to catch a Violent Femmes concert in Pittsburgh. The sun was coming up and they hadn't found our motel. This was in the days of printed MapQuest directions.

I asked "Did you follow the directions from where they started?"

They said "We don't need to start from there, we've already been there!"

I said, "Let me fuggin drive."

So I get behind the wheel and start back tracking to the previously established starting point while they say over and over that we don't need to start from there, they already know that spot, they just need to drive around a little longer and they'll get there eventually.

And then I followed the directions, to the letter, from the starting point on the directions, right straight to the motel.

So the moral of the story is always follow the directions and don't try to improv that shit, because you'll find yourself lost in Pittsburgh.

Also, holy shit, Pittsburgh is laid out on a triangle rather than a rectangular grid, and that will throw you right the fuck off your sense of direction if you're not familiar, which none of us were.

I hear foxes screaming in my neighborhood sometimes. It sounds like a combination of shock and pain, like someone came up behind you and stabbed you with a fondue fork at a nice party.

Aw, yours are better!

And I saw when the Lamb opened one of the seals, and I heard, as it were the noise of thunder, one of the four beasts saying, Come and see.

And I saw, and behold a white horse:

It should probably be written "Lesbian GOP candidate." That seems to follow the secret unwritten rules of word order a little better.