Look. You're a big fudge fan in an apple world. You can haggle like a whiny baby but in the end you either eat an apple or you ramble down the road to have some of your mom's home made fudge. Sounds like only mama's fudge will make you happy so just go have some fudge. You don't understand tv. You don't understand contracts. You don't understand anything. It's wild. You just like to whine and lick your lips thinking about fudge.