Oddly enough, freds don't hate Ralphs, as freds find it counterproductive to hate anyone. We know where the home planet of Ralphs is and will very, very shortly be giving it a slight twist, 90 degrees to the plane of its stellar dimension. It will get colder and colder and colder there, and eventually every stinking Ralph will be a stinking, icy, snotball instead of the stinking snotballs they are now. It will serve them all right for selling us freds that tawdry excuse for a translator.

Once this is done the Ralphs who remain will wither and die from lack of contact with their home planet. (This is as close a picture of their planet as is easily available on Earth.)

Earth people should be glad that Ralphs have only discovered banjos -- they could also have discovered tiples.