You know, Ricky grew up as a little ♥♥♥♥-spark from the old ♥♥♥♥-flint. And then he turned into a ♥♥♥♥-bonfire and then driven by the winds of his monumental ignorance, he turned into a raging ♥♥♥♥-firestorm. If I get to be married to Barb i'll have total control of Sunnyvale, and then I can unleash a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ tidal wave that'll engulf Ricky and extinguish his ♥♥♥♥-flames forever. And with any luck, he'll drown in the undershit of that wave. ♥♥♥♥-waves.