The concept of “Johnny Toxic: Action Man” belongs way out there in the Incongruity Housing Projects, right next to its neighbor, “Rob Black: Sensualist”; and this project generally works because of it. There’s such a wry, humorous sense of self-awareness at play here that suspension of disbelief is not only called for – it’s unasked for.

The first show in this two-parter finds our punk poet donning a pin-striped suit, aviator shades, and a particularly fetching shade of Mountain Dew-tinted hair to become Super Agent Butt-Fuck. Visually speaking, it’s interesting and well put together, with colorized sequences and an opening action montage. Plot-wise, it makes about as much sense as a paranoid schizophrenic on a three-year acid trip: Johnny runs around a lot, mumbling something about trying to save the world from Evil Fantasy Girls, and boning his female Super Agents.

Sex-wise, it’s a choose-your-moments situation, but there are enough of them to merit a recommendation. Honors go to Agent Morgan, who shines in the Anal Rescue Freight Elevator when the skin of her tanned tush explodes into gooseflesh as soon as Johnny slides his big business into her rectum. Agent Meridian’s rooftop anal works, and Lennox’s truncated Toxic poke is good enough to have one uninterrupted scene.

End footage of Johnny in a drunken half-stupor is about as arousing as immersing yourself in a vat of cold vomit, but the nom-worthy soundtrack makes up for it. An aural assault of rock, metal and rap (“That’s right, his name is Al Miller/He fucked up my life like sex with Phyllis Diller”), the grownups will hate it. But they’d hate this vid even if the soundtrack boasted one of those New Age-y The Refreshing Tinkle of Windchimes In The Late Summer Dusk nightmares.