Discovering the beauty of typographical errors:
There are no re-writes, just magical redirections.
Consider the possibilities just waiting within a horror fiction series based entirely on the premise of one misspelled or mistyped word or name.
“That guy sure got his in the ned” isn’t just some transposition of letters… It becomes a terrifying third-person objective account of a nymphomaniac-necropheliac proctologist-gone-mad’s victim. Poor Ned.
(Heck, switch some more letters around and he could play the nymphomanica, which might be a harmonica-like instrument crafted from an old marital aid. Bonus points if you pictured that. Triple-bonus if you manage to sleep tonight.*)