Ignoring the admonitions of his orthodox Jewish father and militant Muslim mother, Tyrell never advanced beyond the fifth grade.  Disgusted by their son, his parents delivered him to his paternal grandmother for rearing.  Despite his tumultuous early years, Tyrell developed an acerbic wit, which he takes full advantage of while watching TV on his best friend Franklin’s curiously-stained couch.  He has never had a job and is not likely to look for one so long as his grandmother continues to allow him to stay in her garage.  Tyrell has fathered at least five children for whom he assumes no responsibility.  His grandmother’s efforts notwithstanding, Tyrell remains proudly dedicated to perpetuating the stereotype of the lazy, unemployed, urban, Jewish male.