Like a poutine-induced fever dream, this play from Flin Flon's Raphael Saray is bizarre, often nonsensical, shamelessly Canadian and also kinda tasty.

Two people waiting breathlessly for the arrival of Pierre Trudeau — the man, they say, who used the War Measures Act but also wrote Ghostbusters 2 and shot a man in Reno just to watch him die — become a conduit for exploring obsession. Parading through their weird world are a famous shin model, Clay Aiken devotees and the real inventor of Pogs, among other odd characters.

It's all utterly insane, but the five-person cast commit with winningly over-the-top performances, and Saray's writing delivers a canoe-full of laugh-out-loud funny non sequiturs.

No, it's not the most polished comedy at the Fringe, and I won't claim to have made sense of it all. But if you think there's not enough absurdism in your Fringe, this may be the show for you.