Vladolf Putler is a Lebensraum-hogging megalomaniac who has isolated himself from reality into his bunker. He has surrounded himself with weak yes-men who conform this sociopath's delusional thoughts such as a nuke-horny midget named Medvedev. When Vlad's mission inevitably fails, this former office rat certainly doesn't kill himself like his Aryan counterpart Adolf Hitler did, no way, he doesn't have balls for it, someone else has to do this pest control job, regarding his cronies as well.
Sufferings and deaths just continue in Ukraine, but the grandpa in his bunker doesn't care because his own ass isn't in danger, yet...
Landon: “Dude, them seasoned fries from Rally’s be bunkin’ bro, esp when i soak them in yesterdays room temperature ranch and slide em down my biological nutrition receptacle (throat and stomach combination).”
Lyle: “Bro, those BBQ chips I just ate from the cafeteria were bunkin’ AF bro. Jonah Hill told me about his bunkin’ buffet he is about to open in West HollyWoood, I bet all his food is about to be bunkin’!”