M11 Terror on the streets

          "Now what?" I grumped. After I had set my invisible bubble tent, I watched '30 Rock' for 6 hours before I went to bed. Laying snugly on my 1,500 thread count sheets, I heard loud screaming and thudding sounds.

          "What the..." I questioned. I saw lights streaming through the apartment complexes on the edge of town. I suddenly knew where I was! I was in ancient Rome!!! I quickly turned off my t.v. and hurried through my tent to the control room where I put all 8 of my pugs (Lou, the mom, and her 7 puppies). I got dressed in my patrician clothes just in case there was a massacre going on, and rushed toward the commotion."Oh my gawd..." I gasped "This cannot be happening!"
          "Gahhhhhkklaahhhblakkerrrnabuieeeeey- urgk," stated a plebeian, who's famous (not) last words were just stated. They were killing people! I can understand the anger of the plebeians, who wanted nothing more tan their fair rights from the patricians. But I knew this wasn't the day of the Plebeians victory. I hurried to the first man I saw and told him,
" This is not your day of victory, you must go home now so you have a chance of life!"
The man looked at me quizzically and said,
"And do you have an idea of how we could win our rights?"
I nodded and explained the idea of a strike, where Plebeians would force the Patricians to give in.  The man went away smiling and soon the hubbub ceased. Finally I went home and watched the rest of the '30 Rock'.