The — Orville

“You can’t fight it,” Dr. Fen said. “You have to offend it. You need a flavor so vile, so fundamentally wrong, that it rejects us like a bad oyster.”

Bortus looked at the bottle, then at the desperate faces around him. “You are asking me to weaponize… Pepto-Abysmal?” The Orville

And then, the cloud spat them out.

Ed turned to Bortus. “Status?”

And on the viewscreen, the Orville —smelling faintly of burnt seaweed and victory—sailed off toward its next completely absurd adventure. “You can’t fight it,” Dr

A moment of profound silence fell over the group. Then, everyone turned to look at Bortus, who had just transported down to assist. In his hands, he held a half-empty bottle of his favorite beverage. You need a flavor so vile, so fundamentally

They jury-rigged the Sagan ’s comm array into a disperser. Bortus, with a single, sorrowful tear rolling down his stony cheek, uncapped the bottle and poured its foul, viscous contents into the emitter. The smell alone made Alara gag.