This is basically the plot of some yet-to-be-made art house thriller. Man retires at age 19 with $40 million in the bank, moves to desert, goes mad with boredom, and spends the rest of his days surviving on desserts and waging a one-man war on scorpions (some of which exist solely in his head). Seriously, if Muniz ends up squandering his savings on puddings, he's got the architecture of a comeback staring him straight in the face.
And look! His movie even has its soundtrack already.
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This one from this past March, wherein Muniz manages to transcend his human frailties by combining his love of food with his hatred of scorpions.
"To know my enemy, I must make love to my enemy ..." -three months from now