I feel righteous fury. This will be my origin story. I will become a MacManus Saint. Please understand that reference, which has no connection to the rest of the entry.
This is the worst idea in pop culture history ever. And if it happens, I am committing ritual suicide, because everything beautiful and wholesome and good in this world will have finally been destroyed.
Why can't RTD just leave well enough alone? He reminds me of a toddler, an obnoxious, wailing, poopy toddler, who after his mother's or father's or fucking whatever's attention has shifted, HE WILL DESTROY A WONDERFUL AND RICHLY MYTHOLOGICAL SERIES just to get it back. The fucking bastard. This is why I hate kids, because they act like the horrible horrible adults they'll become.