Kim Jong-in has led a successful life as a smooth talkin', handsome lookin' wheeler and dealer, offering anything and everything fathomable to the oblivious throngs of cretinous consumers; while this business may have provided riches and provided the young man with social emenince, such glory days decayed with the decline of the economy, the precarious situation with the northern Communists causing many to pinch their pockets. Although his store has become a  corroding relic of unabashed capitalism--and a number of people believing the augustine sales tycoon to be six feet under--Jong-in piddles away, keeping his dust strewn shelves in order, signs in place for a blowout even that will never dawn. His neutrotic behavoir would surely have claimed his soul, that is until an unsuspecting shopper so happened to stumble into the fry panning from out of the freezer.