Someone is killing the nutters. Four deaths in as many months isn’t anything new for Detective Milo Smalls, but these corpses have too many similarities. Milo barely scratches the surface of the investigation before his boss, Captain Cunt (Captain Maines in the office) orders Milo to take a break. Get some psychiatric help. Milo doesn’t think his shit is a problem. So he’s a little neurotic. He likes order and mistrusts anything that isn’t divisible by three. So he writes everything down and what’s so bad about liking things to match? So he chews his food well, (no less than three times) but not too well (nine chews is sufficient). So he doesn’t trust pencils and maybe one time he showered his partner with bleach. Whatever. Asshole had it coming. Milo's rickety journey toward sanity soon reveals who's killing the crazies. Except Milo has no proof, the killer knows he's getting close, and Milo's next.