The next thought he has says something about his general frame of mind: that nuts are the genitalia of trees is never more obvious than when you are looking at a cluster of swelling young coconuts nestled in the hairy dark groin of a palm tree. It’s surprising that the Spanish missionaries didn’t have the whole species eradicated. Anyway, by the time he’s reached the church, he’s picked up a retinue of little bare-chested Filipino kids who apparently aren’t used to seeing white men materialize out of nowhere. Randy’s not crazy about this, but he’ll settle for no one summoning the police.