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I don't intend to reform Randy. No, no. I'm more like that reliable visitor who keeps coming, every visiting day w/a box of chocolate and virtue written all over his/her face - sort of an old aunt who makes you want to throw up at the sight of her. "Now, Randy, dear, you know there is no God, just say what the warden wants to hear, and you can come home from this dreadful place - oh, please, you're killing your mother! ... Oh, boo-hoo, you never were a good boy!" That sort of an old auntie ... Do you think it's too much?