'Arry Everyman has had all the crap careers in history: cannibal pot stirrer, medieval plague sniffer, lizard war cannon fodder, undandy highwayman, popper of anchovies into small jars. Now he's facing his final job interview - hired for his remaining transferable skill - his seven bodily nutrients. He's got a shoddy CV, a rhythm stick, a big heart and an even bigger dog in his head. He's always had his man by his side - until now. 1-hour running time. Monologue, vaudeville, surreal.