Life's main concern is where the next pint is coming from - as long as it's someone else's round. So when a strange old beggar and his five magic beans threaten life as we know it, you'd want to do the right thing and fight for what you believe in. Wouldn't you?
Now, it's your round, I think!

When you're the Admiral in charge of an alien invasion fleet, it's good to know that you're on your way home. But when your home is the fifth planet, the one between Mars and Jupiter, you're going to be pretty pissed off...

When, one by one, your friends are being replaced by androids, you may start to worry. Will you be next? Will your replacement live up to your reputation? Most importantly, will there be a place for beer in the new world order?

Imagine your worst nightmares. Now try to imagine something even more horrible. Now imagine having to work for a living.

If you lived in a society where you get paid according to the number of hours' television you watch, you mightn't have much difficulty fitting in. And if you'd developed a technique for sleeping with your eyes open, you could become very wealthy indeed. Imagine your dismay, then, when you're forced to work for one of the TV networks.

If you discovered the planet Earth was about to suffer complete mechanical failure, you'd want to do something about it, wouldn't you? But if all the people who are in a position to make real changes about it are inaccessable, lost in red tape and beaurocracy, who do you turn to?

And when the ark was finished Noah said unto Elvis, "What do you reckon?"
And Elvis checked out his own cabin and shook his head saying "pokey".
And so did they knock several walls through and install a jaccuzzi.
And when it was all done Noah scratched his beard and said, "We don't have room for all the animals now."
And Elvis perused the livestock list and in his wisdom said, "Lose the dinosaurs."

Your toaster's stopped working. Your TV's behaving a bit oddly too. In fact nothing seems to be working quite as it should. Except for the dog. He's started talking. The age of science and technology is coming to an end. In its place comes a new age of magic and mysticism...

Portrait of a surreal killer.
Danny's not sad and lonely any more. Not since he's had "The Voices". They tell him what to do. How to reprogram the supermarket bar codereaders to read people's thoughts. How to become rich, and famous, and popular with girls. Danny's not sad and lonely any more... he's completely bonkers!

Imagine discovering that the man you know and love as your father isn't your father. And then meeting your real father and discovering you can't stand his guts. That sort of think might just make you a teeny bit resentful. But when he goes missing, you'd still try to find and rescue him, wouldn't you? He is family, after all. And, of course, there's the publisher offering you large sums of money to find him so they can publish his book.

How'd you like to be taken away to Venus by a flying Starfish? Well, not very much once you discovered the Venusians considered your private parts a delicacy...

The final thrilling part of the Cornelius Murphy saga.
Imagine if you could change history. Imagine if you could be reincarnated into your own body, at the moment of your birth, with all your memories intact so you could correct your mistakes, over and over again. You could bet on all the winners, make astute financial investments. You'd be a very wealthy and powerful individual. Or you'd be the very devil himself. In fact, you'd be the most amazing man who ever lived, that's who you'd be.