You attention craving *****, let's handle this.
You are Trump, I'd like you to pick out 5 posters and one by one weed them out until you get "The ***-prentice".
No Debalic, not that kind of weed.
You can't pick me, I've already been so far up your *** I've come out of your right breast along with your flame retardant breastmilk which I've been using as my ink along with Totem's paperclips as my quills.
The participants don't even have to be willing, though I'm sure a few, like DK, perhaps Katie, will volunteer on their own free will.
Another thing, where is your damn title that "we appointed you"?