"Hey kids! Who wants to march in support of Dorah inspired unity!?" you pause awkwardly, awaiting an imaginary response with hand to outstretched ear. "Okay!" You begin marching to the beat of your imagined band with exaggerated foot stomps. Drowsy children, awakened from their television induced slumber, slowly rub their eyes and stumble out of their doorways to follow you. They may not understand your Canadian legalese themed rants, but if there's one thing they can get down with, it's some weird stranger dressed up as a beloved television character shouting instructions at them. "You there! Climb that television pole, snip the cable!" So the child tumbles to the ground with charred skin in a shower of mesmerizing sparks, the revolution must always come with casualties. "Hi kid, do you like 'hockey'? Do you know what 'shot blocking' is? Shot block that cop car... ok? OHHHHH KAAAAY!" You toss a thumbs up towards the child who blindly throws their body upon the wheels of an oncoming police cruiser. The revolution has begun. Children continue to pour out of their homes, to the crushing indifference of their parents, who are all furiously sharing dick and vag pics via mobile devices with their spouses' friends secretly in separate rooms. You begin a sing-song of Pied-Piperian proportions as the mind numbed toddlers all join in. As you reach your subconsciously plotted destination, you unleash the vermin which descend with an incomprehensible fury upon the target of your choosing. They ransack the building and leave tiny bite marks upon the ankles of working adults, you march through the maelstrom into the office of the head manager of your local credit union. "My student loans are fucking BULLSHIT! The payments end, NOW!" As you slam your fist down upon the desk, a torrent of tiny fists join in, demolishing it as the bank manager cowers in a closet. It won't be easy, but financial freedom shall be yours... oh yes.....for Dorah hath decreed......