Emigrating to a new universe can be hard.

People in the new universe eat for sustenance (rather than get their energy directly from sunlight). Eww! They use umbrellas to protect them from the rain (rather than pianos and anvils and safes and orangutans - oh, my! - falling from the sky). Their gods do not reward them in the afterlife for how funny they were while they were alive - as if any other qualities in life matter!

Fleeing a dying universe is not for the faint of gall bladder!

The Ugly Truth: <INSERT THIRD REPETITION WITH VARIATION OF PIE JOKE HERE> is the final volume in Ira Nayman's appropriately described Multiverse Refugees trilogy. In it, musicians are hoist on their own poetic petard, pies fly and four foot tall blue aliens with no hair and exaggeratedly round features who wear exquisite three piece suits find amusing new ways to die.

As they say on Earth Prime 4-6-4-0-8-9 dash Omega, "May the Audi Enz laugh upon you all the days of your life!"

"The name of the game here is wordplay. Non-stop, unrestrained, groan-worthy ... inspired wordplay." - Alex Good, reviewing Good Intentions

Cover artwork by Hugh Spencer