and they waved they gavel in they large arcs and spun they wigs in they large arcs and banged they gavel and lost they wig but they wouldnt listen to they demands and an higher power was called for in they despair and they chaos , and they came in , majestic light , and the circular benches parted before they and they knocked they shiny stick against they floor three times and they took they sweet time but they was quiet well at least quieter than they best , and they called for order and they submission to they rle and where was they dignity , but they strategy never worked in they times , times of they , and they invoked they favourite spirit of 89 , and they told they to shut the fuck up , and they was unseemly , and they was blind and foolish , and they was being most decidedly insthetic was they not , and the vengeance of they fatherland would be swift and clean like they prayers , and they saw there was no talking to they , not even using they shiny stick , and they left the well-lit circle , and they shouting would not abate , and they was all mesmerized by it , and they came back with a final offer for they reconciliation and submission by they to they , but it was even possible that they went unheard , physically unheard , since they clearly hadnt the slightest intention of hearing they or listening to they or responding , responding to they was clearly a sorry waste of they time , what they right and proper had to do was shout louder at each other and impose order through the crystalline might of they argument , which once heard and rendered visible to they could not conceivably lapse to convince they and illuminate they as to they boundless idiocy and blindness and degree of brainwashed indoctrination .