Three twentysomething guys who transitioned from collegiate underachieving to corporate bottom feeding sketch out a plan to make a grab for some dignity. They will rob the publishing house that employs their only stable member and insults him on a daily basis. Being the bright, perceptive fellows they are, they all quickly realize it isn't about the money. For Phil "Dub" Dublen, it's a pissed off statement against a dull, meaningless job. For self-styled poet Trim, it's a chance to actually be as outrageous and anarchic as he needs to be. For Trim's roommate Dan, it seems to be something he does for the same reason he does everything: to vent some anger, having nothing to do. By the time their master plan is all said and done, nothing has been solved, nothing is better, and nothing, really, has changed. And in the slightly fractured wisdom of the larcenous trio, this surpises none of them.

"Jeff Somers observes these amiable sociopaths with a funky wit ..."

-- Bruce Allen, The New York Times