Eddy Princeton and his pointy ears rocketed through the parking lots of St. Vincent on his motorized scooter. He was a man and pointy pair of ears on a mission, for he had seen the writing on the wall. By writing on the wall, he meant the flyers for the Lesbian Gay Bisexual Transgender Support Group. The pamphlet had beckoned to him. It was key in his quest to understanding and controlling the homosexual fervor that secretly burned deep within him.

Veering through traffic and pedestrians alike, Eddy and his pointy ears made haste to Room 133, the promise land of sorts. Taking a corner too sharply, the back end of his motorized scooter clipped a park bench and took flight. Eddy and his pointy ears soared through the brilliant sky with a breathtaking mix of helpless flailing and astounding elegance. Landing with a deafening crash and thundering applause, Eddy and his pointy ears wasted no time in righting himself and breaking into a dead sprint. Booths along the way tried to stop and recruit him, but Eddy and his pointy ears had no time for Jesus or anime club. LGBTSG awaited him, and time was short.

He finally arrived at Room 133 winded, sweaty, but his ear no less perky. He gave the door three knocks before barging in anyway. The extravagant decor deeply moved him, but he was unsure what was to follow next.