Lucky him, he's the winner. He'd like to thank all the horrific, repressed trauma that got him here. Couldn't have done it without you!

At least Richie's Grade A crude humor gets a laugh out of him. It's not exactly a healthy laugh but it is still a laugh.

"Yeah, they grow out of walls, floors, ceilings...everywhere," he scrubs his face. "You- you have to find where they started from - a big fissure underground and destroy it."