I read his Harriet Porber books for a podcast and they're, like, genuinely good?

"Maybe the definition of a Living Character is just a guy hitting on you from a distance using technology. In that case, why isn't Instagram a Living Character?"

Wilma tells the Ambassador she's not grossed out by his detachable head.

You can't fool me, Wilma, I know you have a revulsion stemming from watching Re-Animator at too young an age.

Ozempic is bringing back heroin chic as a fashion trend and it fucking sucks.

Ah, okay, the cavemen have been set up as ritually cutting off their enemies heads and worshipping them as gods (not logical, but faith usually isn't).

The Ambassador uses his species to his advantage, taking off his own head and telling them that as their god now, they better back off.

Buck: ... You are really something.

Odee-X: Thank you.

Buck: What I'd like to know is why didn't tell me straight out what I was in for? Why that riddle? You almost got me killed.

Odee-X: That would be taking unfair advantage of Ezerhauden. Not to mention my riddles going to waste. We must not dull the appetite for a zestful life, Captain.

Wilma: Odee-X, why didn't use your powers to defeat Ezerhauden?

Odee-X: I did not indeed. Could you see Ezerhauden?

Wilma: No.

Odee-X: Nor could I. Since my power is in my eyes, my eyes were useless against him. He was my nemesis. That's why I needed a champion.

Buck defeats an invisible swordsman called Ezerhauden (a cheap effect created by a light-up sword in the dark) thanks to Odee-X's riddle from earlier.

To borrow a joke from 3rd Rock From the Sun:

*Gasp!* They've turned us into Mimes!!

Dr. Strangelove 4: In Space!

Odee-X: Sleep, bird-man, sleep.

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Look, it's hard for Birdman to fall asleep with that off-kilter jazz tempo always following him around.