Eddy and his pointy ears returned the clipboard to its resting place to let the unwashed masses fight for a position. He scanned the room with his eyes, since they were especially good for seeing things. He noticed Tony standing in the room looking dumb and rejected and quite dumb. Judging from his clownsuit clothes, Eddy knew that Tony was not self aware at all. He was probably the kind of person that has fights with his reflection and loses. Eddy and his pointy ears sensed a victim ripe for the harassing.

Slinking over with as much stealth as a very crowded room full of unsociable people would allow, he and his pointy ears greeted him in a devious way. "Hey there, Calamity Jane. You sure you're in the right place? My Gaydar™ is quite legendary, but you seem to be a dud." The smell from his American Eagle shirt wafted to his nostrils, smelling of dusty closets and broken dreams.