Most of civilization in ruins, Yumbies (yuppie zombies) running around chomping on the brains of Bubba kind, oh what’s a red-blooded, NASCAR-watching, tobacco-chewing American to do?

    Well... ain’t no guards on NASA—secret government lavatories, and all sorts of scientific thingy-ma-bobs, so it’s time for Bubbas to spread their wings, reach for the stars, and tinker with things... well, that they probably shouldn’t be farting around with.