Grumbling Eddie

Meet Grumbling Eddie.

He looks fairly unhappy, doesn't he?

I don't know what his problem is. He won't tell me. He just huffs and yowls when I ask, then turns away.

He's on the move a lot, trying to get things done. What things? You ask him. I'm not interested in getting told off again by a small blue creature.

For someone only 6 inches tall, he sure is feisty.

I've heard him laugh once or twice, but it's more in mockery or sarcasm. He yaps at me, but I have no clue what he's saying. Which annoys him. He delivers a perfect "You understand what I'm saying. Don't play dumb with me" expression.

I think it's better that I don't know what he's saying. I get the distinct impression it's not very nice.

Maybe once he achieves...whatever it is he's hoping to achieve, he'll be in a sunnier mood.