Considering what your last click did to my computer, I will never click there in a million years. You haved to hold a hot pocker, and my back, which would send me to the underworld, where I would spend a thousand lifetimes of tourture, and then I would be rebuilt back into the physical world, quark by quark, with my organ pumping normally as they are being built, just to make sure I fell as much pain as possible. Then, your would have to make me watch the Dukes of Hazzard. Not the T.V. show, of course, but the crappy movie, until my eyes fall out. Then, you would have to hold on to my eyes, soak them in pickle juice, then hook them back up.
Then I might consider it.