A stranger slouches in....he's a youngish man, probably in his middle to late 20's, sporting greasy blonde shoulder-length hair and a poorly trimmed mustache. He has a heavy five o'clock shadow which looks to be a pretty permanent condition, and a hand-rolled cigarette (or a doobie?) drooping from his lower lip, with a very long ash on it that looks about to fall at any moment, but never does. His clothes are dirty, old, faded, nondescript, and decidedly "working class". He wears an insulated maple leaf logo baseball cap on his head, with the words "Go Leafs Go!" on the front and "You're Followin' The Flippin' LEADER, Eh?" on the back. His faded and oil-stained lumberjack jacket, which once was blue and red plaid, but now is a bewildering melange of old stains of god knows what sort of crud, both organic and inorganic, is zipped open to disclose a stinking yellow pullover of some kind on which are emblazoned the words: "I'm with the Idiot", with an arrow under them pointing to the left, and another below that pointing to the right, just in case. He also has a button on his coat which says: "Free Sex!   Inquire within (pants). Girls only!"

He looks around at the general scene before him and smirks.

"Flip me!" he remarks to no one in particular, taking a short drag on his cig. "This is what they call fun? I seen better in Sudbury on a Monday night! Buncha flippin' yanks. I bet not one of 'em can play air guitar half decent, eh?"   

Shane McBride, the most famous citizen of Blind River, Ontario, has arrived.