We've made him our room's guardian. He is our holy deity, Ricky. He hangs in a frame upon our wall. We've even constructed The Ricky Oath. "Oh Patron Saint Ricky, your oath is kept and your will is done, O Sexy Ricky, the fat, white one." (And then you throw your hands up and flail them and sing "Praise Ricky!")
So, blessed be Patron Saint Ricky,juiciest of juicy, um...patron saints.

Oh, and I should mention...if you look closely, you will see what appears to be two Rickys. Don't be fooled. The other is merely a doppelganger, trying to capture the essence of the REAL Ricky by sucking Ricky's soul through his bellybutton.
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