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Despite attempts to make eAustralian immigration just as fun and laugh-a-minute as real Australian immigration, it seems we are more popular than ever.

As none of these people are MEK zombies, or multis of Ruthless Warrior, obviously they don't get instant passes, and so must go through that mysterious process, which is secret from the eyes of the public, and has a troubled relationship with the senate. Much like the real life Border Farce.

Now, I am not wholly opposed to the Border Farce in principle, and perhaps I shall have more to say on the matter after discussing it in the Party Room, should I be triumphant over the empty chair in the party president election tomorrow.

But for now, who are these people? I have no idea. Perhaps you do. Perhaps you met them on your gap year abroad.

Firstly, Baron with 8 'N's. Obviously a sign of insanity, which means they would fit right in. The request is about to expire, so perhaps we will never know the funnnnnnnn.

Secondly, Jack, son of Jock, who kens the future. I cannot tell from the grainy portrait whether he be a pirate or a private, either way Dirty Scarlet Silverbeard holds sway over the Southern Ocean and decides which factory ships be churning in here waters.

And lastly, but not leastly, Clee Torres. Well, we all know she's a myth.