“Please, sir, I want some more.”
The G8 members were fat, healthy men; but they turned very pale. They gazed in stupefied astonishment on the rebel protestors for some seconds, and then clung for support to the police. Their assistants were paralysed with wonder; the protestors with fear.
“What!” said the G8 chairman at length, in a faint voice.
“Please, sir,” replied the rebel, “I want some more.”
The policeman aimed a blow at the rebel’s head with the truncheon; pinioned him in his arms; and shrieked aloud for reinforcements. Thousands of PSNI officers, backed up by 3,500 public order police from Britain were patrolling and came to his aid.
The G8 were sitting in solemn conclave, when the Chief Constable rushed into the room in great excitement, and addressing the gentleman in the high chair, said,
“Mr President, Prime Ministers I beg your pardon, sir! Rebel protestors have asked for more!”
There was a general start. Horror was depicted on every countenance.
“For more!¯” said the President. “Compose yourself, Chief Constable and answer me distinctly. Do I understand that they asked for more, after they had received the money allotted by the Social Services?”
“They did, sir,” replied Bumble.
“Those rebel protestors will be shot” said the gentleman in the white waistcoat. “I know those rebels will be disappeared.”
Nobody controverted the prophetic gentleman’s opinion. An animated discussion took place. The rebels were ordered into instant confinement. Sixteen judges were already on standby for all-day court sittings and additional Public Prosecution Service (PPS) lawyers and support staff were also on duty. Special courts sat from 9am to 9pm
A Bill was next morning passed through all the parliaments and proclaimed on the media, offering a reward of five million pounds to anybody who would take the rebel protestors off the hands of the state. In other words, five million and the rebel protestors were offered to any man or woman who wanted an apprentice to any trade, business, or calling.
“I never was more convinced of anything in my life,” said the gentleman in the white waistcoat, as he opened his newspaper and read about the Bill next morning: “I never was more convinced of anything in my life, than I am that the protestors will come to be disappeared.”