After a glorious night of flirting, exchanged glances and shots, KC manages to bring a girl back to his bachelor pad. Whether he can get all his organs to cooperate long enough to have sex with her is another story.
KC wakes up in a hospital room to a metal neck and countless cords adorning his body. Junk can't believe the pain of a catheter, Eyes can't believe what he's seeing, and KC's just trying to make the best of it all.
KC and his organs (liver, fists, junk, and all) go to a CU football game.
KC's Brain, Hypothalamus, Stomach, and Mouth face off on the Midtown NYC commute to work, the morning office ritual, and the prized lunchtime break.
Just turning off the alarm in the morning requires a conscious, collective effort by several organs. Now imagine using the bathroom and calling in sick to work...
Making dinner small talk with your date AND your organs is complicated. But will the organs live up to their end of the sexual bargain when you bring the date home?
A first date can be awkward enough already, but what if your organs coached you the whole way through and argued interally at every misstep?