Randall only looks complacent. In his basement, Randall has developed all of the necessary technology to re-arrange and run planet Earth at the push of a single button. He has been working on it for years. Now that the system is in place, he's just procrastinating. Lazy bastard...

"Timing is very important to me."' he whines... When he gets off of his BUTT I am told the world will have perfect eyesight, money that grows from trees, openmindedness as one of the fundamental qualities of society and creativity as required component of any job. There will be cars that fly that do not pollute the atmosphere, clean water sources and everyone gets free salmon and brie quiche for breakfast with a double espresso. There will also be a river of cabernet sauvingnon in a remote location, guarded by beautiful naked lesbian women.

Stop procrastinating, Randall! We all knew you were a genius. I can even help you hide from fame!

he's quite harmless, really.

Well, Randall and I were having a fine time when the sprinklers came on and ruined a perfectly good game of croquet. It just becomes a complete pain in the ass to play the game with water splashing in your eyes and the balls slowing as they roll through the wet grass. Totally idiotic. And chilly too!

Randall? It says that you are here for friends, lovers, sex, and money. You are such a piggy! Don't you have ENOUGH of those?? I mean, SHIT.