These three revolutionaries were Occupying the Space by the Dumpster at Ken’s Kountry Peddler. When I asked them about their demands, they asked me if I’d be willing to use the cash they had liberated from Bryce’s mom to “score” them some “Olde English 800”. Apparently, all three of them had left their IDs at home, and “Ken’s Korporate Lackey” insisted upon the documentation forced upon us by the Wall Street Tycoons who bathe in the sweat of the working man like Elizabeth Bathory at a blood bank.
As a medievalist, I was thrilled by their interest in overthrowing the system and their repeated request for 9th-Century Anglo-Saxon poetry, but when I tried to engage them in discussion of the descendants of Scyld Scefing, they turned away and sought their support elsewhere. I understand — invigorating the hapless working class requires nonstop effort.
Stay strong, comrades.