Van was very old and very dirty. It was painted green, and it was decorated with a large inscription "BE EKO".
The man pulled out the brush, soaked it in red paint, and before this inscription he scribbled the word "NO".
He opened the tank and poured all the contents of the canister in it with "100LL" and then added diesel and turpentine.
He pressed the gas. A cloud of black smoke flew out of the exhaust pipe. Perfecto.
Fifteen minutes later, he was standing in front of the plastic and glass Tower of Babel in the very centre of Rotten Brussels, close Leopolda Street of the Congo Slayer.
A bunch of officials and Eurocrats saw this extraordinary vehicle catch its head and fainted screaming, "GROOK BACK!".
Van drove in after beating the fragile door and pouring on the level the dirty cooling fluid reached the plenary area where the jevradieputats were just discussing how to introduce forced euthanasia of all pensioners and people claiming to be retired.
All politicians, politicians, and polytruds have fled somewhere to the Communist section. There's only 1 bellyless commie in his glasses that would wipe his hands to defend the climate.
The man got out of the cab and opened the trunk. After the rails he pulled out a large steam device with a boiler already warmed up.
The fat commie raised his fist to crush this device of imperialist agentry, this component of fascist reaction, and struck the reflective paint-painted boiler of the large machine.
His hand hurt amazingly, for the boiler was hot and hard, and even this commie here escaped.
Allied soldiers from the east came into the area and opened fire, but they shortly stopped to know where they were shooting due to the fact that the pair from the device covered their sight and the man fled.
