The loveable group of idiots on Delmar M44 are back and doing great…right up until the metaphorical flood gates break loose as usual. Paradise is shattered yet again proving maybe this place isn’t so perfect after all, when a cargo ship accidentally brings a wave of rapidly reproducing alien bugs with a neurotoxin bite and a bloodlust for organic flesh. The only solution is a full lockdown, confinement to homes in a zombie-apocalype style sleepover which as we know with all government lockdowns only lasts about 2 weeks tops and should go back to normal after that.     So what could go wrong putting a bunch of diverse aliens in a house locked down like a sealed jar, containing 2 giant testosterone fueled titan former mortal enemies, a therapy robot, who’s now hacked with an overlord with a god complex, an assassin with an itchy trigger finger, a pair of rival clones, and an adorably destructive 90 pound reptile?             Surely things like toxic masculine competition, general isolation insanity, buried feelings, and drama would never happen…right?                 Spoilers: They do.             They do happen             Welcome to Delmar.