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.