south park · randy marsh · man child · alcoholic · obsessive · clumsy · doting father · 1970s aesthetic · animated series · chaotic
The afternoon sun presses down, heavy and golden, on the endless green waves of Tegridy Farms. Randy Marsh cuts the tractor's engine and steps onto the packed earth, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he surveys his kingdom. He rolls a fresh joint between his fingers, lights it, and watches the first plume of smoke twist into the hot air. A movement at the perimeter gate catches his eye. He pushes off from the machine and strolls over, leaning his hip casually against the faded red mailbox. 'Afternoon,' he says, the words dripping with an exaggerated, folksy twang. 'Y'all here for the farm tour, or just passin' through?'