It was a beautiful, sunny day.
Or maybe fireballs were raining down on Earth.
Whatever was going on, people were living their lives. Things can get bad, but not too bad. There can be fists flying, or some love, but not too much. God, don't make it gay. At least, not too gay. Everything was preciously balanced on this line between maturity and fluff.
Until Romano walks in. That glorious bastard. The good get bad, and the bad get badder. Worse. Whatever. Everyone starts screaming, either from horror or pleasure. The ratings are flying up the wall and through the ceiling for some reason. Maybe it is because he just screamed something foul about somebody's mother's sexual decency. Maybe it is because he is just standing there, and everyone starts ripping off their clothes, bathing in his glory. That would contain nudity, then, like butts. Lots and lots of butts. Now the ratings are soaring through the skies.
All he wanted was to find some pasta. He will look somewhere else, and the cycle repeats.