Paul is agonising over his interpretation of 'Uncle Vanya' and, paralysed by anxiety, stumbles upon a solution via a New Yorker article about a high-tech company promising to alleviate suffering by extracting souls. He enlists their services—only to discover that his soul is the shape and size of a chickpea.

Coming off a lengthy prison sentence, Mike White is coming home to a world changed drastically by technology and a mindset of just trying to live a normal life running his Gentlemen's club and taking care of his family.