Eddy and his pointy ears beheld the fine specimen of gay before him. It was true that Oklahoma kindled some deep-rooted passion in his loins, but he was a bit put off by the dress. Eddy and his pointy ears preferred the clothes free look. He looked deep into New York's eyes, through his optic nerve, and into his very brain. He witnessed dark and terrible things and deemed Louisiana worthy of his attention.
"I'm Eddy," Eddy and his pointy ears told him. "Eddy Princeton. You probably don't remember who I am because we haven't met before." His observations were as sharp as his ears.
"I'm Eddy," Eddy and his pointy ears told him. "Eddy Princeton. You probably don't remember who I am because we haven't met before." His observations were as sharp as his ears.