When the Emperor's soul is on the line, only two fools from the future can truly cock it up.
Strap in for another outrageously absurd Moorehead misadventure—this time in the debauched depths of Caligula's Rome.
Zapped from their island paradise to the heart of ancient decadence, Moorehead wants answers, and Clive wants a drink. Or a dancer. Or both. As gladiators battle, orgies flourish, and philosophers wax lyrical, the lads must resist every carnal distraction if they're to fulfil the mission they don't even know they're on. The atmosphere thickens with sin, and not just the fun kind—something truly dark is at play beneath the palace, something demonic, something infernal. But will Moorehead's suspicions be enough to wake Clive from his wine-soaked stupor before it's too late?
Rude, ridiculous, and razor-sharp, Moorehead in the Devilments delivers an uproarious blend of satire and horror, smuggling big questions into even bigger jokes. Will they save the world, or are they just two blokes with no togas and even less sense?
