We already had one, it was called the two years that you shipped Tom Green here and he was forced upon our TVs for hours on end. Thus you get no more ERAs
Now I demand my brownie, my bitch, and my beer!
*gives moist, pecan-topped brownie, super-hot, naked bitch and cold, frosty one to Frigid -- that's coincidental*
There are also hot buffalo wings on the table by the entrance.