Mongo Cactus

Jones has responded well to his environment easing into a hopeless lifestyle of debauched calm. He’s a professional slob existing for that next hit of tobacco grifting between jobs and otherwise spending too much time at Strawn Tides where his dilapidated flat is. In every way then the successful modern man (just without the money). But then a strange circumstance arises with strange people a strange plant and strange things happening. It’s really strange. It’s really mysterious too. It’s a mystery and it’s a strange [sic] and there is action. So much action. You can’t move for the action. A tale of epic detective proportions just needing its epic detective. Is totally mongo! [NB. Mongo is short for Humongous. You probably knew this].