As you may have heard, the great, hallowed, insufficiently praised Lord Mitts is making the journey to our unworthy United States. A privileged few, tool_man , blue_mew , noblesseoblige , myself, and any other peon who attends Ohayocon, will get to meet his Wonderful-ness, in the IRL flesh.
Although we are overwhelmed by such an honor, we might possess the coherence not to wet ourselves and lavish his Greatness with praise, libations, first-born children, etc. Maybe. So, assuming we aren't struck senseless by his greatness, we should do our best to promote worship of his Lordship.
So, we (hah...you guys don't mind, right? *prepares to be murdered*) will be taking requests to request on his Mittsy-ness. Think of it as the Pope coming to town. Only better. And without the paparazzi, bleeding hearts, and funny clothes. (He said he wasn't cosplaying...) Want someone to spontaneously combust? We shall ask him. Want a cure for halitosis? It is done. (He sent me a psychic message *"I know American healthcare is the equivalent of Chinese human rights, however cleaning your foul mouth 3 times daily might help...") Want a twinkie blessed? We'll see...
So ask away, and who knows, one of us saps might actually get drunk enough to do it.
* Not an actual Mittisian quote. He would have come up with something a gajillion times better. Honest.
Edited to say: Of course he might be yanking our respective chains, which in that case...we shall only strive to become more faithful.
I swear there is no sarcasm. Really.