Francisco is on the injured list - stitches up his forehead, as if he survived a battleaxe attack - but you can have Patrick, the pint-sized Greek heirarch, and Vlad the Usurper, armed with a baseball bat and a Confederate flag, and James, their Muscle. (Tom just left for camp, and Bill isn’t speaking to me for some reason. Maybe because I snickered at his hairstyle.)
Just have James clobber Pat if he starts reciting the Complete “Star Wars” Saga instead of the writings of the Fathers. And forgive his Greek accent: we’re Suthunuhs.
“Star Wars” reeks of Manicheanism, and I will have nothing but Arians on my space ship! (And the odd Anglican.)