An Open Letter To Tom Root from "Robot Chicken"

Tom --

Hi there. 'sup. Looooong time with no contact.

This is Erick, the same Erick who used to work for you at CM Life back in the Central Michigan University days. We used to listen to primo editorio Karen Joseph blather in our ears, except she laughed at what you wrote while she simply stared at my burnt offerings.

After watching Robot Chicken for years, I only recently discovered that you are one of the main brains behind the laughter. I should have known, given your time with ToyFare. How 'bout that.

Now, some may call it gauche to openly beg for favor from an Emmy-nominated creative force. However, gauche isn't in my vocabulary (blame my Roscommon education), so here comes the big bad beg:

For the love of Xenu, is there any chance that you need a voice actor for RC or any other show that may spring from the fertile fields of your synapses?

('Cause it's not like voice acting has been a dream of mine ever since I woke up early on Saturday mornings to watch Tennessee Tuxedo on TV9&10 just so I could hear Don Adams from Get Smart do his thing.)

Yeah. Anyway. I'm just saying.

I'm your man.

Call me.

Soon.

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