You and Odin drink a couple beers, he even buys you one at some point. You smoke a bowl or two outside, good to not be in the sweltering heat inside for a moment. You shoot a game or two of pool. "Odin" eventually proceeds to employs the Smoov. 2.0 tech to hussle you out of 80 bucks and your portion of the amplifying nanoelectric conductor powder you guys were snorting to jack up your neural transmitter patterns. You feel done wrong by "Odin."