Randy just doesn't understand.
I mean I love him dearly, but I hate Ricky more.
I just don't want to have to put up with that prick for the rest of my life.
You know, he grew up as a little shit-spark from the old shit-flint. And then
 he turned into a shit-bonfire and then driven by the winds of his monumental ignorance,
he turned into a raging shit-firestorm.
If I get to be married to Barb i'll have total control of Sunnyvale, and then I can
unleash a shitnami tidal wave that'll engulf Ricky and extinguish his shit-flames forever.
And with any luck,
he'll drown in the undershit of that wave.