Do not dismiss the creepy doomsayer

You’re in a quaint little town, having stopped there to pick up a six-pack and some Doritoes on your way to your friend’s cottage, when an old guy dressed in rags stumbles over and, through rotting teeth, says something along the lines of, “You’re all gonna die.”

Don’t write him off or ignore him, just turn around and head in the opposite direction—meaning right the hell home.

Do not dismiss the creepy doomsayer

“I’m fulla wisdom, I say. Corn and wisdom!”