Get along with your brother, or you may find yourself in the same predicament as Cain from the Bible.
What that was above? Well, brother, you can call that the New World Order of The Fantastic Word Game (or NWO: TFWG, as I prefer) We all have our niche, Game Czar. Yours is baked goods, Miss Silkie and her lovely interns, mechanical bulls, and late night breakfast at Denny's. Mine (and possibly CT, although he hasn't received the "too sweet" sign nor officially licensed NWO: TFWG t-shirt yet) looks to be heading in a slightly different direction, involving a subject just as corny, just as silly, and just as much piffle (as the cerebral heel put it). Regardless of how we get to the ultimate goal, we'll still get there. It may even attract some help in getting there, because there are several pro wrestling fans participating on this discussion board.
I would be remiss to not point out that Rodney King's actual statement was "Can we all just get along?" If an extra comma causes such friction, shouldn't there be a raging inferno over an extra apostrophe and consonant? I expect better from you, CH.