C p!' Uh-oh. We could be in trouble here. Between us and the door stands a giant of a man -closer to seven than six feet tall -his upper face smeared camouflage green, his stubbled chin striped with black. His thinning hair is lank and stringy with sweat, his eyes ablaze and bloodshot, his accent broad Scots and hoarse from shouting. Up top is perched some kind of helmet crudely fashioned from silver paper which would surely be comical under less threatening circumstances. But right now his fists are clenched, his wrists bruised and rubbed raw from his recent onstage theatrics, more of which in a mo'.
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