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This Too Shall Pass: Players

CHARACTER NOTES [to be supplemented with illustrations]

Outlaw -- scofflaw type
Mass Murder Guy - Drifted in from who knows where? Disowned by his own cousin; drinks buttermilk; never had a dog; thinks only of himself.

The Beatdown Squad -- detectives
Slim - Won top honors at the donut academy; voted most valuable and most likely by his classmates; rarely speaks, but likes to hang out.
Beditchki - Tough, resilient; the kind of guy you want on your dodgeball team; former bouncer and high school dance chaparone; impulsive. Best friend: Turk.
Turk - AKA Red, AKA The Greek. Second Degree Black Belt in Pud Sze Mu. Last book read: The Hobbit. Favorite Singer: Cher, in her Sonny and Cher days. Drinks Absolut Vodka. Best friend: Beditchki.
Truefaux - A Frenchman, but do not cross him. Plays charades and backgammon. Immaculate dresser. Has a bald spot no one mentions.
Bill - An ordingary guy who likes to hurt people when he fights. Has three cats. Home town: Grover's Corners.

Bit Players -- two lines or less
Lt. O'Hearn - Keep your nose clean; wash your shirts; move up the ladder. Enjoys hiking, long walks in winter, and fondue parties.
Desk Sgt Darryl - Shaves every morning; collects coins and stamps, but not butterflies: a key to his character.
Old Man - Never saw the front line in his marine days; former eating contest champion; drinks Milwaukee's Best; married Old Woman when she was young.
Old Woman - Practical; dances a mean mashed-potato; still does laundry by hand.

No-Shows -- conspicuously absent
Three Korean Guys - Taking English classes at the time of the story, but were overcharged.
Dr. Dennis McFee - working with Medicins San Frontiers in Tashkent at the time of the story, and has friends who can prove it.
The List Could Go On - Including that Chick Who Talked During The Movie or the Barista You Suspect of Watering Down Your Latte Every Morning. Grrr...

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