Mr. Nick. He's the Devil. Or just good ol' Nicky-Boy. Any who, Nick is suffering from a case of the mid-Millennium blues. What is his life? To serve others, and more? At the end of the day, it's not like he's got horns and breathes fire... ...that, and he's not the actual epitome of Evil. He's an old boy wanting to live out the remainder of his (im)mortal life. After a few bevvies, and World Record for MOST CIGARETTES SMOKED IN HALF AN HOUR, Nick comes to the conclusion that it's high-time to call it quits. To pass the baton. Heavy lies the crown upon the head of he who is: RULER OF THE WORLD. Of whom, you ask, would be the worthy heir to The Devil's throne? Well, none other than Nick's son himself - a simpleton with a devout passion for pushing papers, and sorting pencils. The REAL question is: Can this desk-dweller do what is necessary to keep Earth neat and tidy? That question is put to the test when Cupid is bequeathed his utmost desires... ...desires full of beautiful benevolence - a fire too HOT for any level of Hell to contain, or control. From one fiasco to another, Nick's spur-of-the-moment decision to quit his job couldn't have come at a more hellacious time. Mr. Nick offers laffs (laughs, for the spelling police), gonzo-bonker characters (like a mallet to the head, and that soppy cartoon laugh), and moments that'll most likely have critics throwing this book at their least favourite child.