Longing for something but short on luck. Theyve been on a mighty quest to the bottom of the cave of desperation, met a winged, twice-horned beast called Insanity, stared into his emerald green eyes and screamed 'not today!' Disturbed but not perturbed they fled to a town called Purgatoria, population: two. Theyre getting tense and theyre making no sense, these unique freaks, these abnormal non-conformal alcoholic melancholics; theyve got two tickets for the Disorient express. Destination: comedy? Two personalities, two performances, one cry for help.