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Original poster
Pierre was having a wonderful dream. He had just been declared the leader of the Bloc Quebecois, and declared independence from the rest of Canada, forming a french utopia which ascended into the sky. Pierre sighed in bliss as he sipped his french wine, twirled his french mustache and relaxed in a roadside café. Then suddenly, without warning, an air raid siren went out all across the utopia, and Pierre looked up at the sky, in time to see a naked Trent painted with the stars and stripes on top of an atomic bomb quickly advancing towards him. "Merde." Pierre swore. Trent yelled something about non-Americans and the illusion that was Quebec's culture, and Pierre promptly woke up with a scream.
He then realized that he was quite late, which was alright, the french are always fashionably late.
After roughly 45 minutes of hair styling, Pierre arrived at the dining hall to find the fat American and unstylish Russian gathering people around. He noted Heidi swinging around a sword, and he tapped her on the shoulder.
"Excusez-moi, madame, but, c'est quoi ça?" Pierre questioned, motioning to the groups.
He then realized that he was quite late, which was alright, the french are always fashionably late.
After roughly 45 minutes of hair styling, Pierre arrived at the dining hall to find the fat American and unstylish Russian gathering people around. He noted Heidi swinging around a sword, and he tapped her on the shoulder.
"Excusez-moi, madame, but, c'est quoi ça?" Pierre questioned, motioning to the groups.