Poor Bob.

He probably doesn’t mind at all, but he’s gone from a surfer dude, to being a competition ringer at the first Fest and thereby a momentary Sportsmart employee, thence to a OGS employee, to a house-sitter, to a flunky for an egomaniac with a budget… while being a house-sitter again.  It can’t be a calming turn of fortune.  Fortunately, Bob supplies his own calm.  ‘Til he’s crushed under a kid flyin’ around on a skateboard.

Bob’s my hero.