Mr Barker tried very hard to fit in with Franks obsessions, and for a short time managed to play a little. However, since injuring two little chaps in a single game he has become withdrawn, consumed by guilt and not a little self loathing.

Far gone are the days where Frank would attend the workshop of Mr Barker and indulge in the art of Woodcraft. Many fine spice racks were constructed by the great lord of BeeBeeSi under the Barkers tutelage.

Those days are past now, and the grim future beckons for the peace loving Mr Barker. More emotional nights spent feeling sorry for himself and wishing he could grow long hair to hide his shameful face, hopeing beyond hope that they pass somewhere that sells black paint so he can decorate himself.

He has become what the anciant Khemrians would call Emo'tep.