What can a seventy-five-year-old man do to regain his youth? Lawyer Reginald Hock decided to sell his soul to a random demon. Alas, the demon turned out to be a big joker, and his jokes were kind of stupid. It's not that Hock doesn't have a sense of humor, but he likes to laugh and not be laughed at. And so an elderly lawyer begins a personal war against the most powerful corporation in the entire multiverse. Revolver and fists? Yes you! He's a lawyer. His weapons are flattery, intrigue, bluff and deception.