Meet Bob Schrunk, technocrat billionaire, collector of bad art, and victim of a hideous skin condition that can only be treated with a highly illicit and definitely not FDA-approved face cream that must be...harvested. From human beings. Bob isn't unfair, though. He's happy to let his guests select who will be next to be sent from the Rumpus Room to their doom. There's just one thing Bob doesn't know: One of his current guests is an undercover cop-and she's carrying a concealed gun.