Every round a batch of 160 tiny wigglers pours into the tunnels of a body, everybody's crowd in their own color, all at once. Like Lemmings, you can't steer them. You hand out jobs: block, chew, bore, bridge, bubble, sprint, decoy. The body fights back. And partway through, the door at the end opens, and only then does anybody find out where this batch was headed: the egg (only one gets in), the exit, the tonsils, or the tissue.