"Can't you just smell his genius?!"
"I think that is me, Eddy!"
I grinned, waiting for Edd or Eddy's response to my crude jest. The statement was very much in character with the lovable, dim-witted, brutish oaf my companions believed me to be.
Neither of my friends responded to the statement.
I continued to grin, partially to keep up the pretense of empty-headedness, and partially because Eddy's brother's room was truly quite fascinating. With Edd frantically panicking over Eddy's haphazard and disobedient antics, I suppose it is up to me to give you the reader a description of the room.
It was a mess, really. Eddy was on top of a car now, talking about a snake, much to Edd's distress. There was a bright red refrigerator-freezer with a sculpted invertebrate of some sort on top, a window covered by purple, heart-patterned shades that looked as if they had been bathrobes in a previous life. A blue, stuffed camel stood by the radiator, and over the radiator was a shelf upon which stood a lovely, shining medal of some sort.
I promptly began plotting the mischief I would commit should the trophy happen to fall from the shelf.