Oz 9 Shannon K Perry

With just three episodes (well, this one plus two more) left in the season, is that a cliff I see ahead? With a small branch protruding from its face, just right for hanging?

Things are moving along at a rapid pace, much like the Oz 9 isn't, and there are surprises, tears, laughter, warming of hearts, girding of loins, rending of garments, and possibly smoochies ahead.

Oh, and you're gonna want to stick through the credits this time.

This episode begins with a funeral, so you might want to have tissues handy.

The production assistant was supposed to get hypo-allergenic flowers for the ceremony but managed to find hyper-allergenic ones, which don't only make you sneeze, they cram themselves up your nose until you beg for mercy. 

He's been fwipped, so if you have even remotely appropriate experience, we're hiring.

I'm contractually obligated to tell you that we're running a Kickstarter campaign to try to fund turning Oz 9 into a comic book. So please give us money, if you can, or tell other people to give us money. Or both. Thanks and whatever.

Here's a surprise: Jessie doesn't like comics. She says they're too colourful and she's never read one. I would have recommended she read them when she's not in a bad mood, but maybe that's what she's already doing?

A rift in time and space causes 4 members of the Oz 9 crew to get pulled off the space ship and swapped with 4 members of the EMF.

This is part two of a special two-part crossover with the frankly hilarious secret agent comedy, Mission: Rejected. If you haven't heard part one yet, stop, put us on pause, go out, listen to part 1 on the Mission: Rejected feed, come back, take us off pause, because from this moment forward....

I'd say "spoilers," but let's face it... it's mostly nonsense. 

OK, OK, yes, it's late AGAIN. We know. We've been having a really rough time lately, the kids are sick, the roof caved in when we had that thunderstorm last week, and then there was that other thing....

No, you're right. None of that is true. Our alarm is a bored dude just saying "alarm alarm alarm" over and over, so clearly this is not a well-financed, slick-and-professional thing we've got going here. 

All the backstory you never wanted and then some. We find out some stuff about Le Bichon Frise, some other stuff about Donna, blah blah blah. Greg falls over at one point, so that's pretty funny. 

I'd say "sorry it's so late," but I feel like I ought to be it before I say it. So.... It's late.