[ Now, Eddie didn’t say anything about hating the goats, but his only reaction is an amused snort. They’re definitely not his favorite creature in the world, but he can see why someone else would outright despise them. Most of them are stubborn and mean and particularly fond of destroying clothing. Eddie has not been spared their wrath either.

Demogoats, though, Henry…imagine… ]

No, man, I get it.

[ He has no argument. There’s no freedom of choice here. They didn’t even get to choose which faction they ended up in, but it’s hard for Eddie to fully agree when he knows that what would have been waiting for him back home was actually prison, without goats or friendly faces. No one was ever going to believe his story or allow him to be proven innocent.

Quick, lighten the mood. ]

Well, you know…you’re still lucky enough to have heard Iron Maiden when you wouldn’t have back home, so as much as you may hate it here? You’re very welcome for that incredibly bright spot.