>>531074
Clearly, the Canadian military is gping with the Eowyn route.
>Current Year + 10
>The brave, diverse Canadian Army marches forth to free their southern cousins from the oppressive yoke of the white patriarchy
>Stiletto-heeled combat boots proudly clack on asphault as the troops push forward over the US-Canadian border, the crescent moon and maple leaf flag fluttering in the breeze gloriously (a design created to embrace the cultural heritage of the North's true heroes and their prophet, PBUH)
>the vanguard stops, as a shocking sight befalls them
>"ZOGNALD BRUMFF!!!"
>The orange tyrant himself has come to halt their invasion of peace in person!
>Entire first rank of the column piss their pants in unison and collapse sobbing to the ground in fetal positions, Canadian Brass makes a note to award them all the highest military honors available for their courage in the face of danger
>He laughs menacingly, sneering at the army "FOOLS, NO MAN CAN STRIKE ME DOWN!"
>This is what the Canadians have been waiting for
>A lone soldier steps forth, bearing a mass of polymer and steel that somewhat resembles a gun, with large labels printed on it stating "NOT MAN FIREABLE"
>Prognold Gramph chuckles evilly "YOU CANUCKS CAN'T EVEN READ YOUR OWN LABELS. IT SAYS NOT MAN FIREABLE"
>The soldier tears their helmet off with one hand, its trio of chins flapping heroically in the wind and its neon green hair waving like a majestic mane
>"I'M NOT A MAN YOU FILTHY PRIVILEGED CIS SCUM"
>The syrupian patriot (the good type that's proud of not being proud, Deustchland style, instead of the evil flag-waving "A nation needs borders" one) pulls the trigger, causing an anti-toxicity particle beam to fire from both muzzles and envelop Varkwild Queemph in its energy
>He screams in pain, before evaporating in a shower of rainbow sparkles
>The non-specified gender individual tosses its hair back with a smirk. "Looks like your account's been deleted… from life."
>Celebratory finger snapping erupts from the rest of the Canadian army, as hordes of poor, underprivileged, dreamers brutally surpressed during the tyrant's reign crawl forth from their hiding places
>Some prostrate themselves before their savior, praising her name while eagerly swallowing the now-mandatory estrogen pills being handed out by the soldiers, still others velebrate by performing surprise sexual acts of peace and tolerance on the hateful white slavemasters who had demanded such arduous backbreaking labor of them like applying for jobs and regular bathing, showing their true moral superiority
>All while a halo of pure light envelops the transidentatarian kin, truly proving that they were on the right side of history all along
Coming to theaters, Summer 2018, courtesy of Hollywood.