The Global Financial Crisis had not treated Bob kindly. The share market crash had sent his life
savings tumbling and the work at B'stard, Scumbag & Prick was nothing but abuse from above and too
few hours in the day.

The extra pressure and one too many wild accounting parties (you know how they can be!) had pushed
his cocaine habit so far out of control that he'd gone into serious debt with some very shifty
characters - even Scott from IT!

Then he found out his wife, Betty, was leaving him for the pool guy now that she knew he was worth
nothing.

There seemed to be only one way out: his 17th floor office window.

But that wasn't enough. A week later the B.S.& P. necromancer had him up and about again, just in
time for the end of the financial year.

Now it was hard to concentrate on the accounts. Bob could think of only one thing: how hungry he
was ...and brains!