In a post-post-post dystopian nightmare landscape, but many years before the birth of whom we call God, but in the year 2018, a mere mortal journeys forth into a career in show business to help positively influence the masses but finds himself confronting the moral ambiguity of social responsibility, corporate culture and infinite liquid knowledge all served with a double decker slice of Dominos PizzaThinly connected narrative vignettes that slap together to the form the weeping comedy mindpus that seeps and sops from the braingasms of Ross Purdy. A hyper-caffeinated, sensory-shattering, sensibility tearin-up-ifying romp into pure id. Visceral, surrealist, punk comedy pushed to its absolute breaking point. Not stand up. Not sketch. Not theatre. Not a comedy show for normal people.