Naked, covered in Octopoidal vomit, Rhameo was still instantly recognisable to Juraletta.

“Darling!” she cried.

The exclamation set a seal between them. All thoughts of a Galactic Sperm Bank now forgotten, she embraced him. Like escaping butterflies, their lips brushed… all around them was chaos.

“What are you doing here?” Rhameo asked.

“An accident – the unicorn’s magic must have gone horribly wrong. Where are we?”

“In the lair of the Octopus, in the far reaches of the Sargasso,” Rhameo said. He looked around the room, taking in the giant, the dwarf, the gorgon, and the unicorn, who all stood in shock as they watched the Octopus writhe in its pit. “Those are your companions? Then we must flee while we can.”

As the Octopus’s arms thrashed in violent spasm, an elite corps of Punkoids rushed in to see what the disturbance was; a quartet of Jezebels surrounded the startled Lord Maledor, apparently under the impression that he had caused their master / mistress to disgorge.

“You’ve got the wrong entity,” screamed Lord Maledor, “I was enjoying myself! There’s your culprit – that green-skinned lout! Go punish him with your heaving breasts!”

As the confused Jezebels turned to Rhameo, Queen Beia peered at Lord Maledor in disbelief. “Don’t I know you from somewhere?”

“Simulacra, you dopey bint.”

“So what are you doing here, in far-flung Sargasso?”

Astroburger tugged at Queen Beia’s elbow. “My queen, let us be gone from this cauldron of alien couplings.”

Hundreds of Punkoids now flooded into the Octopus’s den. Leading this demented mob was Teleporteus, who snarled as he took in the scene.

“Seize them all,” he commanded.

Fifty Punkoids headed for the giant, who began hurling them one by one into the vat until the sheer weight of numbers bore him down. Gorgon succeeded in freezing some of the weaker specimens into the ugliest statues in the galaxy, but one of the bolder Punkoids leapt at her from behind and clapped his filthy hands over her eyes while others held her fast.

“Blindfold that ossifying bitch!” ordered Teleporteus.

Gorgon was quickly bound and blindfolded, while the unicorn (who looked decidedly spent after casting the spell to bring the party there) kicked out, yet even at his fiercest he had only four hooves. The dwarf attempted to cast some of his best spells, though none worked. Being a dwarf, he swore lustily by a cold sprinkle of uninhabitable minor moons.

Though Astroburger accepted his capture with sullen resignation, Queen Beia held her back with strident and oddly flirtatious pride – a posture which accentuated the curvaceousness of her breasts and her long legs, carefully angled at the hip.

To her chagrin, Teleporteus ignored her – his evil focus directed at Rhameo and his evident princess, the mauve-skinned virgin.

“So, Brother – you have proved difficult. Unappreciative, in fact. And I thought you and the Octopus were a fine match.”

“Don’t be obscene,” Rhameo spat, standing proudly and refusing to struggle against the Punkoids that held him.

“Obscene? Believe me, the most obscene thing I have seen is you, a lily-white saint, standing as Zoah’s heir when the throne of Skorpeo is rightfully mine – and will be mine, within hours. I notice you have your new friend with you… Strip the enpurpled bitch! Ah, four breasts, I see. Well, to each his taste. Take them away! And that brazen one – take her to my chamber. She might prove amusing.”

As Queen Beia was escorted away, Astroburger wondered what had become of Lord Maledor – for he was nowhere to be seen.