Randall is everywhere. When you bet an under 11.5 and someone hits a meaningless 3 run homer in the bottom of the 9th, that was Randall.

When your wife nags at you relentlessly to put the toilet seat down its Randalls doing. Same thing when she insists on cutting the damn fat off the chicken.

When you inexplicably get a hunch to play game 7 over even though 5/6 previous games went under, say hello to Randall.

Randall is responsible for all your misguides, all the hosility in the world, all the evil.

Randall is at your house right now.