In a distant and wild universe, two nameless losers need to pay the rent for their moon worm landlord. Time to take on another JOB. Whether it be pushing a camel through the eye of a needle, escaping prison for a paycheck or fixing a ship made of hard light these two are on it. A weird JOB always has weird clientele like a mad wizard, a ferocious little pink puppet, or some cat burglar frog girl.

The Losers? Well one wears a hard hat, goggles, and overalls. He seems disturbed by something and always mutters about forgetting his name, if he even had one. The other wears a plumber's cap, and a special shirt to help him keep his guts together. Somehow his insides became outsides, and he keeps the tools he needs in there for every JOB.

JOBs? What are you stupid, that word has never been pluralized in this universe. A JOB is a one and done thing, no JOB is ever done twice! Unless you somehow fucked it up, you didn't fuck it up right? RIGHT?!?