This is not some grand epiphany, but I felt a little queasy when I listened to the latest goblin calls and believe I realized what Chance's relationship goals really are.
The delusional side is simple. He'll be a professional e-racer! Start a record label that'll pump out the hottest metal karaoke albums on the market! You'll be set for life when you get with Raxx, babe!
... But what if that doesn't work out? Well, the wife will become the new Sally. She'll get a job that the goblin approves of, pay the rent, put slop on the table, and most importantly, buy Raxx all the big boi racing toys he desires. While that cuntbag is slaving away in some minimum wage job, Raxx will be the man of the house, zip-zip-zooming online all day every day, with e-racing gear your average elementary school kid can only dream of.
For the sake of the argument, let's assume that if there are kids in the house Raxx will merely be an awful role model to them. Hell, he might be so appalling that the kids will emancipate themselves at the earliest opportunity and go work night shifts at the nearest steel mill to avoid ever coming anywhere near the goblin's lifestyle.