The restaurant’s general manager has never been the most popular guy in Pennsylvania. Obviously, that’s because the only payment he really needs is the deliciously bitchy thrill he gets when he feels everyone’s heart rate jump after he pushes hilariously drunken beautiful people into tearful circumstances. The pleasure of this is pill-and-booze-fueled trouble. A nagging question occurs. Is extinction imminent for this miniature celebrity-voiced adult and his half-assed domesticated wildlife?
