'Arry Everyman has had all the crap careers in history: cannibal pot stirrer, medieval plague sniffer, lizard war cannon fodder, undandy highwayman, popper of anchovies into small jars. Now hes facing his final job interview " hired for his remaining transferable skill " his seven bodily nutrients. Hes got a shoddy CV, a rhythm stick, a big heart and an even bigger dog in his head. Hes always had his man by his side " until now. 1-hour running time. Monologue, vaudeville, surreal.