This Is Not An Entry But A Semi-Tastelss Tangent:
Y'all have got me flashing back thirty some-odd years to my first year of college and a group of us sitting down to a card game when the Perpetually Annoying person on our dorm floor drifted in to join and by some miracle of groupthink our game morphed into an invented drinking game whose rules we somehow all knew and whose violations kept resulting in the interloper having to drink. Sometimes alone, sometimes as part of the group ("
Four of diamonds? Wow, that means you, you and YOU , all drink"
), while the poor soul just struggled to get a grasp of the 'rules' ("
Why do I drink? Last time you played a nine on a three, you didn't drink."
"
Ahh, but I'm showing Clubs, any one else have Clubs?...oooh, looks like that's four sips for you"
[rest of group nods sagely]).
It didn't take long for our uninvited guest to become too inebriated to continue and left...
A little while later, I came across a book called 50 Drinking Games and one of them was called TEGWAR, The Endless Game Without Any Rules, whose description was exactly what we'd 'invented' that night, a savage communal means to dispose of an unwanted visitor.
So to me, M.C. looks looks like TEGWAR's funnier, more benevolent predecessor.
