Mongo Cactus

Jones has responded well to his environment,
easing into a hopeless lifestyle of debauched calm.

He's a professional slob existing for that next hit
of tobacco, grifting between jobs and otherwise
spending too much time at Strawn Tides where his
dilapidated flat is. In every way then, the
successful modern man (just without the money).

But then a strange circumstance arises with
strange people, a strange plant and strange things
happening.

It's really strange. It's really mysterious, too. It's a
mystery and it's a strange [sic] and there is action.
So much action. You can't move for the action.

A tale of epic detective proportions just
needing its epic detective. Is totally mongo!

[NB., Mongo is short for Humongous. You probably knew this].