Even prophets can lose their faith. Our pitch catches up with Rob and Jay four years after learning that they were somehow the spiritually chosen saints of Kwansolsmachah. Our heroes have many noble attributes, but follow-through is not one of them. Having moved on to other mundane obsessions, Rob and Jay have fully lost their faith in Kwansolsmachah. That is, until a magical train shows up outside the bar they’re tossing a few back at one winter solstice eve. What ensues is a mystical journey of self-re-discovery, idle threats and tailored dashiki fittings that culminates in faith being restored and a holiday being saved.