"Ah, fuck!" So sayeth Professor Hank East. If the evil fucker was alive, methinks Pogo the clown would be proud of Gergoyle's hackish edgelord cover art that looks like something an angsty seven year old could fart out over the course of an afternoon. Incidentally, the contents of this drivel ain't much better. Strap in folks, if you thought his debut novel was sad, pathetic and utterly boring then prepare yourselves to oscillate between total furrsplodey rage and absolute mind-numbing tedium. In the words of one J. Hancock "pack up your Pip-Boys and pop your Day-Trippers. We're going in."