An animated fellow
|Occupation:||Undercover narcotics agent|
|Distinguishing Feature:||There are absolutely no pores on that face|
|What He Taught Us:||There is no sheep.|
Bob/Fred is still trying to hold his life together as his mind slowly breaks down, angry at the system and the inhumanity of the almost-robotic people who run society; and that anger extends to himself, that part of him that is of that part of society, continuously fighting an internal war between the two conflicting and increasingly discrete identities he embodies.