Maybe a bit obscure for an international audience... but it's all I've got. Enjoy (or the nearest approximation, thereof)
Here we see the Maraca Man enjoying one of his favourite shows, Top Gear. Except his enthusiasm for the program has somewhat dwindled since Richard Hammond's controversial xenophobic tirade against Mexicans everywhere.
It's bothering him so much, that the Maraca Man decides to board a flight to the UK to confront Mr Hammond.
Upon reaching the Top Gear Studio he proceeds to knock seven bells out of poor Richard.
Oh! What's this?! "Where am I" The Maraca Man is confusedly asking. It was all a dream?!
He'd just fallen asleep in front of the television, again.
Phew! Stereotype re-affirmed...
The Richard Hammond thing was such a non-story really. I don't know why I decided to base this story around it.