5. Frank 'The Tank' Ricard - Old School
So far, 4 out of our 5
Islandites enjoy a tipple and, even though we dont
see her give the Falstaff salute, we can assume that Ripley would get into the island spirit pretty quickly too given an alien-free existence. So, since we have a cache of rum and the possibility of varying our liquid diet with various banana-beers and coconut concoctions, all we need now is somebody who excels under the influence. That man is Frank the Tank. As every successful group needs a maternal figure, every group also needs an endearing one. Youll know him/her in your group. He/shes the one who isnt necessarily the brightest, the most eloquent, the most forward-thinking blighter but their actions invariably bring a smile to somebodys face whether he/she intends on doing so or not! Theres little in the way of malice within this hapless soul but everything they seem to do is either hilarious or confusing beyond the realms of human logic. From streaking through the quad, to firing a tranquilizer dart into his own neck, Frank would be the member of the group whose stories are a constant source of mild-shame in which hell ultimately see the funny side. Hes loyal, fun-loving and a natural devils advocate and that is a cocktail for success on any desert island.