Martin X finds himself at a crossroads. All he wanted was to forcibly borrow a little cough syrup so he could trade lean for sex with his morbidly obese girlfriend, who is so jubilantly well-fed that she resembles a couch that you could make sweet love to, without having to worry so much about spraining your junk on a remote stuck between the leathery cushions. Martin finds his life unraveling after having murdered the good Samaritan who attempted to stop him from breaking into their neighbors' homes to obtain that cough syrup.