Get ready to party your pants off at Sharptoberfest!
There is perhaps no job in the known universe more dangerous than being a postal carrier. But for one day a year, the Intergalactic Postal Service shuts down for Sharptoberfest, a celebration so wild and debaucherous it could only be used to commemorate the birth of Roy Sharpton, Postmaster General & CEO of the IPS. But with every major player gathered under one roof, could this year's bash be the perfect opportunity for a hostile takeover? With an ending you have to see to believe, this is one issue of SPACE BASTARDS you cannot miss!
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