If you would have told me when I woke up this morning, "Frank, today you're going to have a fever dream where you'll eat the rankest and stankest cheese around," after telling you my name isn't Frank, I'd have told you there's no way that would ever happen.
Yet here we are.
Admittedly I think you have your cheese pungence slider set too high, because I don't think the leap from cheese to parasite is very compelling, but even if I were persuaded that wouldn't make me forget the experience I had here today. I hope that after several months of therapy I'll be able to come to term with this game.
Great work, see you next jam!