After several years in prison and counselling, Benny really thought that he was a changed man. But when he finds himself alone in the cold room of the butchers where he works with a girthy bratwurst, his resolve melts like a chocolate teapot left in front of a fire and his Polyembolokoilamania resurfaces. And as if having a girthy bratwurst laced with Carolina Reapers stuck inside himself wasn't enough, it belongs to a family of Russian mobsters who will do anything they can to get it in their hands. Wait...did I mention the zombies?