Joady, Joady, Joady!

I’m thinking of petitioning the Steinbeck estate for permission to write a series of sequels to The Grapes of Wrath.

Possible titles:
Figs of Crankiness
Kumquats of Snark
Prunes of Condescending Disapproval
Raspberries of Righteous Indignation
Blueberries of Spittly Fury
Kiwis of False Bravado  
Coconuts of Compensation

Trilogy Conclusions:
Butter Peas of Vaguely Unsettling Malaise
Kidney Beans of Disturbance in the Force
Creamed Corn of Feelings of Inadequacy
Stewed Cabbage of Projected Shame
Chipped Beef of Disgruntlement
Sauerkraut of Acute Despair
Escargot of Existential Dread
Fried Liver of Misdirected Anger
Spotted Dick of Sad Old-Age Epiphany
Head Cheese of Unprovoked Aggression
Groaty Pudding of Self-Fulfilling Prophecy of Doom

Gratuitous Continuations Just for Money:  
Pork Rinds of Chronic Flatulence
Cheap Beer of Spastic Colitis
Kimchee of Explosive Diarrhea
Junior Mints of Epigastric Cramping Secondary to Peptic Ulcer
Goobers of Inappropriate Giddiness
Moon Pies of Schizophrenic Delusion 

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