I thought Canadians were nice.
< shouting > “We’re really sorry you are enduring this hellfire of Timbits!!”
Pock pock pock pock.
A Canadian shouting?
< looks around for a fainting couch >
Oh no! How will we open our beer? 
That is where we submit our intelligence reports.
When the Canadian Hegemony takes over, you’ll all be sorry.
Or “sore-ee,” as those heathens pronounce it.
Or the current advanced version, Beib’s balls:
On a recent visit to The Hortons, I was asked by the youth at the counter if I wanted the special Beiber edition donut. I told him “I’d rather have my eyeballs sliced with a razor blade, thanks”. He replied “I hear ya, man.”
No wonder he said that. He can no longer see since his encounter with the razor blades, so he must rely on keen hearing to get through his workday. ;).