Not so fast, Waltitor.
CURSES! It's Sarah Honeywell, that adorable and sensible virgin girlfriend-slash-sidekick! Well, I know what you want, and that you're not getting it. Randy will be DOOMED, DOOMED I SAY when I unveil my secret weapon just in case you showed up!
Hey, baby. Chicks can't resist my good looks and healthy sex drive. When it comes to hunky second-generation athletes, just look to L.A. Luke.
Oh...this is hard...Randy...Luke...
Sorry, Luke, but I need a man who doesn't have to come off the bench!
That was a personal foul.
CURSES! Now I'll just have to die.
*dies*
Oh, Sarah, I love you. You saved me in my time of need, when I was not sensible enough to handle the task at hand. I'll do anything for you now. But hey, that dank weed Bill gave me is startin' to give me the munchies. I'll have to take you up on that cake!
Oh, Randy!