The scene begins on what looks to be a snowy day in the middle of a large city. The air is chilling and people are bundled up in hopes of staying warm. American flags are seen hanging over the buildings flying proudly in the air as people walk up and down the sidewalk next to the busy streets that look to be in the middle of a traffic jam. The camera zooms in on a man wearing a suit and sports jacket. He has brown hair and a beard that wraps around his face. He is walking out of a shop bearing a green sign above it while holding what looks to be a cup of coffee. He has a smile on his and walks down the sidewalk, nodding and smiling towards the people who pass by, most of which are too busy to notice and he stops to hold the door open for an older lady who is going to a clothing store. This man looks to be cheerful until he takes a sip of his coffee. He looks disgusted and starts to take the lid off it.
"Ugh, disgusting! What was this drink worth, seven dollars? It is more milk and sugar than actual coffee! This is nothing like the coffee at home. I need my caffeinated beverage to be simple, pure, with quality flavour and at a reasonable price. I guess it is kind of fitting for this place as it is overhyped, needing a whole lot of sweetening to have any appeal, and of poor taste. I mean, if this is "Seattle's best coffee" then Seattle..."
This man looks towards the camera and pours the coffee out onto the sidewalk while he says... "They should probably quit!" The coffee cup is placed in a nearby trash bin and the mystery man speaks to the camera.
"Excuse me, where are my manners? Sorry. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Jason Roy, and I was born in the greatest capital to one of the greatest countries on this earth, Ottawa, Ontario, Canada. I was raised on good wholesome, Canadian values. I was taught from a young age to respect diversity, to be polite to one another, to look up to honourable heroes such as Wayne Gretzky, Steve Nash, Mario Lemeuix and not cheaters like Barry Bonds. I learned not to speak American, but instead I learned to speak English and French. Je parle anglais et français, pas américain. While I flew the maple leaf high above my head I learned to love my country. So when I see our daily lives being filled with American propaganda, it disgusts me. From our television shows, movies, to our news channels, music, food..." While looking back at the trash can he threw his beverage in. "Our coffee! All of it has been infected by the elitism and lies of our neighbours down to the south. Now, we could be like you ignorant people and "build walls" to shield ourselves and hide like cowards, but that would be impolite. Instead, because I am a respectful Canadian man, it is time for Canada to help you, America, and the rest of the world, in being more like us..."
Roy begins to walk down the sidewalk as he speaks.
"And the best person to teach you is someone like me, a Canadian Icon. Allow me to, like the Northern Lights in our Northern Territories, enlighten you into being better people and Precision is just the platform to do it. No longer will America be poisoned by its lies it stands on and it will no longer poison the rest of the world. Allow me, Jason Roy, to be the help you need. After all..."
Jason Roy stops before smirking towards the camera. "I am a Canadian."
The self-proclaimed Canadian Icon winks towards the camera as it fades away.