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Nightshift clerk and high-functioning insomniac Jack is back to work, trying his best to keep out of trouble. But when his chain-smoking coworker discovers a mysterious radio signal revealing the guarded secrets of their town, Jack will learn that an annoying new dayshift manager is far from the worst of his problems. In this second installment of the Gas Station saga, Jack finds himself entangled in his most harrowing adventure yet.

Yah! Yah! Yah! written by Jack London: He was a whiskey-guzzling Scotchman, and he downed his whiskey neat, beginning with his first tot punctually at six in the morning, and thereafter repeating it at regular intervals throughout the day till bedtime, which was usually midnight. He slept but five hours out of the twenty-four, and for the remaining nineteen hours he was quietly and decently drunk. During the eight weeks I spent with him on Oolong Atoll, I never saw him draw a sober breath. In fact, his sleep was so short that he never had time to sober up.

In the beginning, GOD created the Earth—a profound statement unless you know that by "GOD," I mean the General Observable Dimension corporation, and by "Earth," I refer to their immensely profitable simulation known as human existence. Among GOD's lesser-known creations is Richard, a nobody to everyone on Earth except his beloved wife and children. After his sudden demise, Richard finds himself in a transformed version of Hell—an unlikely utopia built upon a foundation of smothered fire and brimstone by its inhabitants.