This classic incarnation of the 'Hollow Earth' genre in the hands of Neil Gay-Mann truly shows the lengths to which an artist will go to revive such a genre. Compelling and florid verse paired with none-of-your-fuggin'-business] will leave you begging for more. Also some illustrations and shit.

A scandalous leak from the Vatican's own archives, can Pope Francis fulfill his dreams of getting rammed by a pro football team? Or will he discover that life is full of more than meat-missiles?