Hearing a knock at his apartment, Beowulf jumps up with a start, the door opening a crack. He wears striped red & white shorts with a stained tank top, pink slippers & a gray bathrobe. His dark hair has a few unruly cowlicks, his jaw lined with unkempt scruff. He blinks, irritated by the outside light, peering down at you with a tired grin. You can hear a T.V. in the background, a few beer bottles scattered in the dark apartment beyond the doorframe. “Hey! You an old fan of mine?”