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The boys are studying, the sound of goose-stepping can be heard outside
Carl: …Hey, can you guys hear that?
Carl walks up to the window and sees hundreds of drunken American re-enactors can be seen
Carl: Oh my god!
TJ: What, what is it?
Carl: It's a… it's an army of… soldiers dressed up in 2000s clothing
TJ: What?
TJ and Kyle walk up to the window
Kyle: (What the fuck? Dude! Look who's leading them!)
Docker is leading them
Docker: Who's responsible?
Re-enactors: Canada!
Docker: Who to blame?
Re-enactors: Canada!
Re-enactor: Korea!
The soldiers stop, Docker turns around
Docker: Who said that?!
Re-enactor: MeeeEee!
Docker: Get your ass up here!
The extremely drunken man walks up smiling, Docker bashes him in the balls, the man falls down and Docker begins kick him in the head
Docker: Get up! Get the fuck up!
The man gets up
Docker: Who do we blame?
Man: Canada!
The soldiers start walking again
Docker: Who's responsible?
Re-enactors: Canada!
The boys are traumatized by the acts
Carl: Holy shit dude!
TJ reads the label on an empty CBB bottle
TJ: Holy shit alright! Look how much alcohol's in it!
Carl reads the label and puts his hand over his mouth
Carl: Gaaah!
TJ: Dude, no wonder they're zombies, that's 120 grams of alcohol!
Kyle: (They should be dead!)
Carl: even uncle Seb's marching with them, and he's Canadian
TJ: Dude, this stuff makes people start doing things with occurring memories of things that they don't even know what the hell they're on about!
A bleep is heard from Carl's computer
Carl: …Dude, did I just get mail from the computer?
Carl checks his inbox on his email, an unopened message saying "I hate you guys" is there, Carl proceeds to open it, with a message saying this:
Dear Guys. Words cannot express how much I hate you guys. As we walk our way to Canada, only one thing remains certain: that I hate you guys with every tired muscle in my American body. We will not wait for some Yankee kids to stop us from winning and we will destroy the source of obscenities. Because I will not stop until we have killed them all, and you guys are my slaves. Because I hate you guys. I hate you guys so very very much. Yours truly, General Rick Plymkin
TJ slams his fist on the desk
TJ: God damnit, that drunk piece of shit!
Carl: Dude, what if Docker really does succeed? What if we really do become his slaves?
TJ: Oh god, that would suck!
Carl: we have to stop him from taking Canada!
Kyle: (I can get my grandpa; he'll know what to do!)