The man began waving his arms around.
"Woaaaah, I feel hot!" He puts a hand on Paul's beanie. "You must be hot in there. Let me help you take that off." He yanks off Paul's beanie, only to be drunk enough to not notice his furry loafs for ears. "You sure are a bed head."
"Unable to help it. Gave up on it I guess." Paul quickly lied.
The man turned around and started itching his ears when an older man walked in, totally bonkers and driven nuts by the situation here. "Monsters! All over!" He stumbled over to Paul. "Don't surrender just yet! Fight, my boy!" The old man walked out as quickly as his little legs could.
"Well that was weird." The man next to you said, sporting a pair of blond donkey ears.