WITH STARS ON HIS PANTS, AND A TIME-SPACE NEWT-SNAKE TWISTING THROUGH PORTALS BEHIND, THIS SKULL CRUSHING, FOUR-EYED DROPOUT IS FLEEING THE 51. HE WAS ALL IN ON THE DNA TESTING, BUT THERE IS A SOUR PASSION FRUIT JUICE IPA CALLIN' THIS ALIEN'S SOUL. DROPOUT MET SOME OPOSSUMS ALONG THE WAY. WORD'S OUT EVERYONE IS RECTIFYING THEIR MISSION: MEET THE HOUNDS DOWN SOUTH. THESE IDYLL DOGS ARE BREWING UP A DREAM BIGGER THAN THE INTERSTELLAR DELIRIUM. DIG!