Protests

It wasn’t long after sunrise that an angry crowd gathered at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  Young protesters began to chant: “What do we want?” “Beef” “When do we want it?” “Now” the Face of Everyman was at a loss as to how to deal with civil unrest.  Protests had never been sanctioned.  His firm offer of mini-marshmallows for all was enough to placate this unruly mob.  The venerable sage knew that this act of appeasement would come back to haunt him.