Imagine being Jodie in that scene and having to be all like "damn, MODOK, you fuckin' fine, all sexy with your square body and horrific gigantic monster face. I would totally have sex with you." when all he really wants to do is fuck another 15 year old boy from his daughter's class. Like seriously imagine having to be Jodie and not only lie there while MODOK flaunts his disgusting body in front of you, the favorable lighting barely concealing his unshapely figure. Not only having to tolerate his monstrous fucking visage but his haughty attitude as everyone in NY tells her his's SO BADASS and DAMN, MODOK LOOKS LIKE THAT?? because they're not the ones who have to sit there and watch his mannish fucking gremlin face contort into types of grimaces you didn't even know existed before that day. You've been fucking nothing but a healthy diet of young peasant illegal immigrants with perfect bodies shaped by working in the fields all day. You've never even seen anything this fucking disgusting before, and now you swear you can taste the sweat that's breaking out on his dimpled forehead as he sucks it in to writhe it suggestively at you, smugly assured that you are enjoying the opportunity to get get laid one last time and revel in his "statuesque (for that is what she calls herself)" beauty, the beauty he worked so hard for while baking superheroes into pies. And then she asks for another round, and you know you could kill every single person in this castle before the AIM elite soldiers could put you down, but you sit there and endure, because you're fucking Jodie. You're not going to lose your future lordship over this. Just bear it. Close your eyes and bear it.