Roger stumbles through his days, trying to find something, anything of meaning or anything that makes sense, trying to find something that doesn't fill him with disgust. But, all he sees around him in the world makes him sick, world events, religion, "culture", and so he stumbles on in a drunken daze, wondering what the point to any of it is, finding no answers. As he wanders the city streets at night, it is odd, but it is as if the buildings change and all city surroundings, people, cars, noise, all just disappear as he continues to walk on deeper within the night. Then, one night while out, he happens upon a bench and is greeted by a person upon it who announces, "Cheerio good chap, Roger, you do know that we are going to kill you tonight, don't you?" By the end, will any be able to contest, it truly is a wonderful world, is it not. But…who exactly are "They"?