A dreadful smell of rotting farts lingers outside of Apartment 704. So long as it's not going to cost in repairs or anyone's dead, Superintendant Parker Cohen couldn't care less. The game is on, after all, and it's been ten years since he saw a match. However, the smell gets worse with each passing hour. And as the smell gets worse, the more tenants interrupt the game to threaten Jack's precious livelihood.
What's a miserly super with a knack for frugality and a hook for a hand supposed to do when everyone expects him to do his job? The game is on, after all, and ignorance should be bliss for a man whose worth weighs itself in banknotes.