Bloody good.
“What’s up, dildos?” This and a gazillion more teenage-boy-style insults are thrown around freely in the miserable, windowless, cubicle-ridden corporate sales office (where they are hawking “male-enhancement” pills, among other seemingly pathetic products aimed at “middle-American losers”) where the slacker-hero of Bloodsucking Bastards, Evan Sanders, toils day-to-day, hoping for a crappy promotion as he pitifully pines for the office’s HR manager, Amanda…