At the end of his broadcast have Anderson Cooper rip off that black tee shirt to show off his new chest and arms, look at the camera and say "Vanderbilt money, Tulane Honors Grad, learned to play the piano from Bobby Short, MENSA level IQ, and hot and cold 24 year old Cuban boy toys running in the loft in SoHo, the masne on Park Ave, and the Bourban/Canal Street condo in New Orleans. And my coverage of Katrina made you love me. Life is good." Then he looks down at one of his new pecs and flexes it, looks at the camera, raises one eyebrow with sort of a smirk.
And Candy Crowley gets to follow on air with no warning. Now THATS reality TV.