Escape The Fast Approaching Wave Of McDonald's Tartar Sauce

You kindly inform him that this isn't England whilst using an outrageous French accent. The conversation quickly spirals into a "yes it is, no it isn't" argument. Seemingly out of nowhere, cops arrive on the scene, inform you that you're in violation of international copyright lawyers (who are present on the scene), and promptly shoved into the back seat of a police cruiser.

There seems to be no logical explanation of how police showed up on your property when most of the city is under tartar sauce, but it doesn't really matter at this point, does it?