No idea of odeon has any of those, but I just downed four or five, plus had a shot of morphine, and put a couple of oxy caps up the nose, along with swallowing, aside from my cimetidine (stomach med) and chlormethiazole about to go down the hatch, does that count?
If not SAVE the world...it at least significantly lowers the potential for the likes of things being sent into orbit that aren't meant to be sent there, massive EPMFGs being built, or laser/microwave/radiofrequency/SASER/more conventional sonic, or gauss weapons being built and used for purposes other than entertainment. (well, the kind of things that would entertain most people).
And there is a lot less potential for things capable of several-meter-long electrical spark discharges being built and (mis)used for doing things to tomatoes, eggs, melons and other things that explode in a really quite fucking hilarious way when such a high-capacitance, several-hundred to thousands of kV and upwards is put through such an object. Its funny, it really is funny as hell. But cleaning up afterwards isn't.
Its likely about as amusing as my mother found out her prized vase was gone when I was a little kid, along with hearing a rather loud blasting noise, and possibly eventually saw what was left of that vase, with two neater-shaped holes drilled through it, attached to a pair of electrodes coupled to wires and a mains plug socket with the fuse replaced by a lead slug, along with the house circuit-breakers suddenly cutting out the power supply to the whole house, coupled with a pattern of moments-ago-molten anhydrous caustic soda and parts of a dismembered pair of batteries, a soldering iron and a couple of bits of copper wire.
(Well I WAS only a young pre-teen at the time, I didn't KNOW that AC power cannot be used for electrolysis. I was intending to make a (highly and permanently) modified vase, full of sodium metal..only the result was, when the power socket 'on' switch was prodded with a very, very very long stick and me dodging the fuck behind the corner faster than a special forces soldier can swear:LOL1:
(yes, again, I confess, I did do a few rather unorthodox things with the lab, when my bench was located; at my first real home in my bedroom) that many little children wouldn't perhaps have done with theirs. Just put that down to autistic creativity and my spazz school not teaching science. (seriously, their idea of 'science class' was coloring in picture 'worksheets'. I'm classically autie, not cunting well brainless. LOL, if I'd have brought even one item from my own lab into that school for 'show and tell', I would have been expelled sure as dog turds attract bluebottles. Coloring in fucking worksheets...what an absolute, unforgivable INSULT! there is so much I can take, but not THAT fucking much)
phobia.