Eddy's not sure what a dark astronaut is. Apparently it involves wearing a sleeveless black jump suit that keeps pulling tight and a holster that conveniently fits a bubble ray gun. The black fishbowl helmet isn't so bad though. He's been able to stand in the middle of several crowds all night and pretend he couldn't hear someone when they tried talking to him. That's pretty great.
Now, though, the helmet is starting to feel muggy and this seems like a quiet enough place to remove it. Quiet, yes, but when he rests the helmet against his hip and takes a look around, he finds himself face to face with an alien who clearly spent its previous life as a Minion.
The longer Eddy stares at that one large unblinking eye, the more it seems to stare back at him, penetrating his soul. Maybe Chanel's onto something with this whole existential horror thing. Yellow has never felt so oppressive.
He plunks the fishbowl helmet on top of the minalien's head, keeping the visor firmly shut. A worthy sacrifice.
THE PARK: Eddy, Tybalt, and a Minion
Now, though, the helmet is starting to feel muggy and this seems like a quiet enough place to remove it. Quiet, yes, but when he rests the helmet against his hip and takes a look around, he finds himself face to face with an alien who clearly spent its previous life as a Minion.
The longer Eddy stares at that one large unblinking eye, the more it seems to stare back at him, penetrating his soul. Maybe Chanel's onto something with this whole existential horror thing. Yellow has never felt so oppressive.
He plunks the fishbowl helmet on top of the minalien's head, keeping the visor firmly shut. A worthy sacrifice.