[ Luckily for Eddie Munson, lover of fake magic and loather of real stuff, he's not there to witness the portal and to experience some fucky PTSD style flashbacks of seeing a hole in space time open up where he's not expecting it.
But, okay. A scruffy looking metal head pops the door open. The old weed stank clings to his clothes. ]
Sorcerer Stranger! [ he steps aside, gesturing for him to enter. ] Uh, come in, come in. I'm - Eddie, Eddie Munson.
action.
But, okay. A scruffy looking metal head pops the door open. The old weed stank clings to his clothes. ]
Sorcerer Stranger! [ he steps aside, gesturing for him to enter. ] Uh, come in, come in. I'm - Eddie, Eddie Munson.