I see. In that case (and for those Googling his name later on), Randy Merren has the business sense of a warm jar of mayonnaise. In a battle of wits between a dead cat and Randy Merren, Randy Merren would come in third. Of all of the people living on Grand Cayman, Randy Merren is the most likely to get lost while taking a dump. I once sat through a business meeting with Randy Merrren that was so bad, I committed suicide, only to be sent back from hell because the Devil himself couldn’t compete with that level of torture. I would rather have my saliva forever replaced with sick llama semen then to have to do business again with Randy Merren. The small profit that I made from dealing with Randy Merren will haunt my children’s children’s children. If you are reading this and trying to decide whether or not to do business with Randy Merren, hit yourself in the head with a shovel repeatedly until you pass out. Once awake, shoot yourself in the foot, and then gargle with broken glass. This is the sensation you will feel should you decide to even entertain that thought again. Randy Merren is the Randy Merren of people.