THAT’S ALL
I NEED. IF GOD HAD
MEANT CARS TO FLY, HE
WOULDN’T HAVE GIVEN
THEM WHEELS.
I SPENT MY
WHOLE LIFE ON
THE FORCE, BOBBI.
UNTIL THE STARPORT
OPENED, I FIGURED I’D
SEEN JUST ABOUT
EVERYTHING...
BUT...HE
LOOKS LIKE A
COCKROACH.
WHO?
THE SKRIT
TRADE ENVOY.
HE’S FIVE FEET THREE
INCHES TALL, ONLY HE’S
A COCKROACH. KAFKA
WOULD BE PROUD, BUT
IT CREEPS ME RIGHT
THE FUCK OUT.
WITH 314
OTHER SPECIES
IN THE HARMONY, IT
FIGURES THAT SOME OF
THEM MIGHT BE
INSECTS...
THE MAYOR
IS GOING TO GIVE
HIM A KEY TO THE CITY.
HE’LL PROBABLY SHAKE
HANDS WITH HIM. CAN
COCKROACHES SHAKE
HANDS?
DO
COCKROACHES
EVEN HAVE HANDS?
MAYOR DALEY
WOULD NEVER HAVE GIVEN A COCKROACH THE KEY TO THE CITY!
WELL...
MAYBE IF IT WAS A
DEMOCRAT?
IF THERE’S
NO DRIVER, I’M NOT
GETTING IN.
C’MON,
CAPTAIN.