The lightbulb flashed in Zodiac’s head something akin the attack of the mutant killer ants happening below his window in the streets of Montreal. He recalled many years ago being on the banks of the River Styx where he was weaponless in the face of a killer insect beast and the only object nearby was a duck egg which he hurled at the beast which then shrivelled and died. And the cure for the bite which he remembered from Turkish mythology was to drink a solution of crushed fisheyes and hashish. Would it work here? Well it was worth a try so he burst into the kitchen of The Ritz Marlton demanding all fish eyes be placed in a blender. He asked the night manager to open his safety deposit box and took out his 7 kilos of his private hash stash. The kitchen staff was confused but quickly hustled into action when Dr. Zodiac threw a pile of gold coins on a prep table. Seafood restaurants and suppliers were called and kilos of fisheyes quickly arrived. Eggs were hustled up by the hundreds as well but they were chicken and not duck eggs.
Dr. Zodiac rushed into the street with a box of eggs and threw them at the ants which when hit let out a scream of agony then shrivelled and died. Witnesses saw the effect of the egg on beast and rushed out to gather supplies of eggs which they pelted the killer ants with. The word spread through the media the power of eggs against the invaders and soon most of them had been terminated with extreme prejudice. However the human casualty toll was enormous. Mutants began the manufacture of the fisheyes and hashish solution which were placed in vials and a supply of hypodermic needles was secured to inject the antidote to killer ant bites. Mafia dealers were raided and police confiscated their hashish supplies. Fish wholesalers supplied huge quantities of fisheyes. In a matter of hours mutants and civilians co-operated to prepare thousands of doses of the antidote. But for many it was too late with 700 fatalities and 2,658 were in hospitals and countless more lying in the street had antidote administered by mutant volunteers. The mutants had saved Montreal! So much goodwill was created by their efforts to mitigate what could have been a massive tragedy.
Meanwhile Jiber was tracked down at the Altitude 737 Bar in Place Ville Marie watching the destruction of his killer ants and his dream of conquering the galaxy. Jiber was broken repeating, “It’s mine. It’s all mine!” Frizzy the Smicket Boy burst into the bar and handcuffed the babbling Jiber and transported him back to Zortixia to be tried for crimes against galactic inhabitants.