The indigenous life forms of Bay Ridge get many chances to prove the old maxim, "people are no damn good," in the eighth issue of my ongoing love letter to the human race.  Rob goes to a strip bar where Azure works and feels mucho discomfort as she shakes her money-maker.  Then he and Sylvia are confronted by misguided homophobes, thugs and other ne’er-do-wells, waste their time at a toy store, are horrified by their super’s hideous drunk wife Edna (making her triumphantly appalling reappearance), and other stuff.  All that and Matt learns an important lesson about laundry.