After nearly 2,000 years he has returned to our solitary planet following a happy sojourn in the crockpot of Hell. What is his mission? To find a bride? So he claims. His lustful loins are quenched solely by the luxuriant binary balms of stardust and liquor. And those bloodshot eyes. They roam the concrete wasteland of New York in quest of bloody nuptial bliss and holy, everlasting communion.