"Trust me," said Serge. "What can go wrong?"
Serge and Coleman are looking to leave the rat race, and they find themselves in one of Florida's finest retirement communities surrounded by members of the "Greatest Generation." Serge is collecting stories, and the older folks have plenty to tell, including tales of military bravery that are honestly touching. But, all is not swell for these excellent seniors. It seems that a raft load of shady salesmen have been preying on the elderly citizens, selling them restaurant grade kitchen equipment and industrial humidifiers. (Humidifiers? In Florida?) Luckily, Serge is on the scene to avenge these victims against these dastardly scam artists, and the paybacks he cooks up are going to be imaginative and painful.
The golden guys and gals take a real liking to our free-spirited boys, and despite Serge's warning that Coleman isn't really a role model, but instead a cautionary tale, they are soon partying like animals. (And, partying with animals!)
Soggy people jitterbugged under strobe lights. Chef's salad splattered the walls, a shirtless Coleman stretched out across the bar for body shots of Patrón. A circle of residents openly passed joints by the steam trays, and someone drove by in a mobility scooter, blowing a noisemaker at him. An alligator with its mouth taped shut scampered across the dance floor.
This is just another fun entry in the series which revolves around the antics of my favorite serial killer, Serge Storms.
I'll close with a bit of advice from the man himself.
" . . . it's handy to know at all times where the nearest Amish are, like a fire exit, because if you're ever on the run and need to hide out as Harrison Ford did in Witness, the Amish are your go-to crowd."