My thoughts and prayers go out to Ralph's man purse, now that it has fallen into the lustful hands of swarthy gypsies, and is destined to be repurposed as a feedbag for a horse, a bellows in a child's accordion, or in any number of offensive cultural stereotypes, of the kind that run wild in the florid masturbation fantasies of Killstream associate, Mark Collett.
The assault upon its former owner raises some pressing philosophical questions that will need to be answered on a future edition of the show:
What price should be paid by the underage transsexual prostitute who violently steals the designer purse of another man, in the hypothetical Collett ethnostate? Surely the thief should, at the very least, forfeit their hand. It would be poetic justice if this was the same hand that snatched away the purse - the one that, only moments before, raked its painted nails across its victims cheek.
Now that Ralph's assailants have pummelled him into the likeness of an elderly Chinese drag queen, who has just taken off their wig and removed their make-up, following a poorly-attended matinee burlesque show, would he even be welcomed into Collett's ethnostate?
Will US border authorities recognise Ralph as an American, or will he be forced to carve out an unsavoury living among his own kind, in the sordid ladyboy district of Beijing?
Overlooking Ralph's botched facelift, what irreparable internal damage has he inflicted upon himself by attempting to run?