There isn't much to say about this. It's short and pretty much pointless, but I like it. =) I'd like to think that I have Randy's character down pretty well.

I've been trying to work on something with Ricky, since he's one of my favorite characters but I'm worried that I can't get his character right. =/ I'm pretty sure I've got Bubbles and Julian down, so maybe I'll do something with them.

By the way, having a head cold really sucks when you're trying to focus on typing. =/

Disclaimer: I do not own anything that you recognize.

Randy's stomach growled violently and he felt the craving for a cheeseburger invade his mind once more. It had been three days since his last cheeseburger, and that was three days too long in his opinion. He would have asked Mr. Lahey for one, but he was passed out drunk on the couch and they didn't have any money anyways. It was the alcohol's fault. If Mr. Lahey wasn't wasting all of the freakin' money on it they could afford some of the more important things, like his cheeseburgers.

He let out a sigh and got up. Randy needed a cheeseburger bad and was prepared to do anything to get one. He left the trailer that he shared with Mr. Lahey carrying a small bag and set out to find Cyrus. What had started as a mutually beneficial arrangement between the two now was a greasy thing that Randy felt uncomfortable with.

Surprisingly, he found Cyrus sitting on the hood of his Corvette which was parked outside of Lucy and Sarah's trailer. A cigarette hung from his mouth and he turned a gun over in his hand repeatedly. Randy approached him with caution.

"What the fuck do you want, Randy?" Cyrus asked, shoving his gun into his pocket and standing up.

"I was wondering if you could loan me some money for some cheeseburgers, Cyrus," he replied.

"Are you fucking serious?" he said. "You already owe me three hundred and seventy dollars and you haven't paid any of it back yet."

"I know," Randy said. "I will pay it back, Cyrus, I promise. Just please give me the money for a cheeseburger."

"Sorry, tubby," he said. "Go work the streets for a couple of hours and then I'll get you your fuckin' cheeseburger."

Randy was afraid it'd turn out like this. But what was he supposed to do? A man's gotta eat. "Fine."

"Good," Cyrus said. "No go fuck off. I've got work to do."

He turned around and pulled a cowboy hat out of his bag. Once he put the hat on his head, he was no longer Randy. He was now Smokey and he was going to have to work hard to earn that cheeseburger.

Thoughts?