Prostetnic Vogon Jeltz: Who can't not love a Vogon reading poetry... well, until it makes your brain melt. Works for the Galactic Hyperspace Planning Council. Prostetnic Vogon Jeltz was not a pleasant sight, even for other Vogons. His highly domed nose rose high above a small piggy forehead. His dark green rubbery skin was thick enough for him to play the game of Vogon Civil Service politics, and play it well, and waterproof enough for him to survive indefinitely at sea depths of up to a thousand feet with no ill effects. He was thoroughly vile and did not like hitch hikers.
Prostetnic Vogon Jeltz: Commander of the ship on which Arthur and Ford hitch a ride, he fancies himself a poet.
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