In a game called Dota, there's a butcher named Pudge, With a hook in his hand and a belly like fudge. He waddles through lanes with a wobbly stride, Searching for heroes with nowhere to hide. With a "Fresh meat!" cry and a sinister grin, He flings out his hook, pulling victims right in. Through muck and through mire, with each ghastly yank, He drags them to doom, it's a gory prank! His Rot fills the air with a terrible stench, Enemies choke as they try to unclench. And when he's not hooking, he loves to Devour, A hero snack, Pudge's finest hour. But don't be too scared of this pudgy old chap, For sometimes his hooks miss, and he falls in a trap. Then he's left waddling, a big sitting duck, Cursing his fate and his rotten bad luck. So here's to you, Pudge, the scourge of the map, With your hooks and your Rot, and your round belly flap. May your games be merry, filled with gore and delight, And may you always find heroes to fright!
Pudge farming enemies at their base that gained so much money to build assault cuirass which is also a good choice item to increase armor against heavy rightclick enemies
