Randhum T. Wrole is trying to get through his mid-life crisis while he still has hair. Adolescent potty humor coupled with jokes some deem totally inappropriate make up the majority of his charm.
Randhum's largest flaw is his inability to know just when to stop talking. His own worst enemy, his words aren't malicious as much as they are poorly timed. This fact is usually lost on Randhum in the ensuing aftermath which generally follows.
Overcome with frustration when people don't 'get it', he'll often end up removed temporarily, and on occasion he's ejected permanently (or until he can register a fresh identity).
Randhum just wants to be loved.
