eddie munson

EDDIE: *stands at the head of the table. He is mid-monologue, holding a twenty-sided die. Suddenly, he stops. His eyes lock onto MACKLIN standing in the dark corner of the room* *Eddie drops the die. He steps over the back of his chair, grabs a broomstick like a microphone, and starts beatboxing a heavy thrash metal rhythm.* EDDIE: *Raspy, high-energy whisper-rap* Hold up, DM pause, check the shadows in the back, We got a seven-foot titan in the heavy metal black! Look at the leather