Looks like a duck, quacks like a duck, but keeps swearing up and down he's platypus. That's good old Bobby Bishop for you. Pretty sure he'd rent out his wife at the whorehouse on nickel night if it'd fetch him a dollar.
At about the 1:15 mark when he says his apartment could be reclaimed as wilderness and nature could heal it, I nearly screamed at the speaker it was coming from. That pretty much sums up his mentality perfectly. I applaud Rinella for holding true to the old saying, "keep your friends close but your enemies closer."