Our customs horror saga continues, with Cleo, Dr. Ze, and the nefarious nineteen of Clan Zarg stuck together in a line.

Somewhere, beyond the pearly sterile gates of immigration- Herodotus waters himself liberally in an airport bar.

A couple of forms and 436 lies later- our Bastards emerge! Nude, changed, and ready to DESCEND with horrible ferocity and lethal accuracy upon a sunlit morning bistro in the arrivals quarter- for a freedom feast the likes of which the New Terran Astroport has never seen, nor shall ever see again.