This was a fun one! The importance of communication and the disastrous hilarity of assumption got a workout when Winston got a boner and Jess had a good day at work. Jess was elated to finally connect with one of her creative-writing students, but Nick was less-than-thrilled with the kooky content of the dude’s stories. Specifically, some stabbing-his-prey-to-death-while-wearing-a-gimp-suit imagery that kind of pushed Nick over the edge. Also jealousy. Certainly jealousy. Edgar’s story received far more attention and praise than Nick’s own masterpiece Z is for Zombie. It sounds like a sequel is in the works, though!
While the meaning behind the details in Edgar’s tale was far more innocent than Nick initially believed, Nick’s quest for the truth led to the creation of alter ego Julius Pepperwood and more zany adventures than you can shake a zombie leg at. Love me some zany adventures. “Pepperwood” was the second episode in a row to highlight Nick’s protectiveness, particularly concerning Jess. For all the laughs we tend to get at Nick’s inept expense, we owe it to him to acknowledge that when the stakes are high, he never fails to step up.
Of course, his efforts are still clumsy and mostly insane, but that’s why we love the guy. Julius Pepperwood is the anti-Nick and though he has his quirks, he lacks the neuroses that would otherwise stop a more rational human being from poking around a suspected serial-killer’s house. A former cop and Marine, Pepperwood is tough and fearless and capable of protecting his sexy doe-eyed friends from harm. Mostly. I mean, underneath the sunglasses and bluster, it was still Nick. Getting stuck in a window? That was allllll Nick.
In the loft, Winston’s penchant for popping a pup tent in the most inconvenient of places prompted a little chat about pogos—the thing about you that your friends talk about when you aren’t in the room. Jess is a know-it-all. Schmidt has barnacle toenails. Nick “isn’t going to make it.” We learned that Schmidt occasionally sneaks crushed-up vitamins into Nick’s food and everyone takes turns hiding money in Nick’s pants before they go into the dryer just to give Nick a little something to live for. They good peeps.
Nick seemed genuinely surprised by his pogo and used it to motivate himself to take better care of himself, while everybody else was embarrassed or angered by theirs. Cece was desperate to know what her pogo was, unnerved by the idea of her friends gossiping about her behind her back, and given the antics surrounding Edgar the Serial Killer Who Wasn’t, she’s well within reason. Whatever she THOUGHT they were talking about was most likely far worse than what they were ACTUALLY talking about. You know what they say about when you assume, right? It’s like that, but with trespassing charges and pepper spray.
Thanks for the PSA, New Girl. It was fun. <3
– Jess’s annoyance bowl is a great companion to Schmidt’s douchebag jar. If Winston and Nick had their own punishment banks, what would they be called?
– What do you think was in Edgar’s duffle? Gimp suit? It’s totally a gimp suit.