Wallace D. Popple is having a bad day. Today, life kicks Wallace D. Popple in the balls... Literally. The narrator chronicles Wallace’s pitiful existence in the corporate mincer against a backdrop of painful mishaps and begs the question; Is Wallace’s luckless day just desserts for a spineless existence in a job he despises? Within this off-kilter tale about happiness lies a twist for the twisted.

Two small time crooks, one big shiny safe and a temperamental old lift transports us into a black humored caper fizzing with indoor fireworks.

Frank is the type of guy who takes pride in his work, and wants nothing more than a clear mind to focus on his career. This is completely wrecked when his friend Jeff turns up in the early hours of the morning, calling on an old favour they both drunkenly agreed too. He's got a dead body, and wants some help - no questions asked.

Ben struggles to focus on the ‘So, will I see you again?’ conversation with Matt. Matt proudly peacocks his bohemian lifestyle, whilst Ben’s mind drifts from James Bond to disaster movies. Will they find common ground, or will they continue with their separate searches for Mr. Right?