Rick's slow stalk against the mentally handicapped man came to a stop--as said man in front of him seem to completely let go of his last grasp on the human condition and begin to beat a decent meal against the ground. 

As typically expected of a man in Rick's situation, he couldn't figure out what in God's name was happening in front of him. 

Rick closed the gap in between to two strangers and grabbed the stupid man with his left hand; picking him up and holding the man up with his pulsing muscular arm, ala Darth Vader-style. 

"WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM, YOU STUPID DEGENERATE EXCUSE FOR A FUNCTIONAL CREATURE?!" Rick literally screamed at the top of his lungs into the insane man's face; spitting fresh doe blood onto the man as well. 

Rick had half a mind to rip the man's head off where he stood.