The Dayman, a bit woozy from the mysterious brownies hitting his stomach, lacked his usual bounds of class and restraint. He stood and pointed a royal finger at the police, but then immediately felt too tired to do so and sat back down.<br/><br/>"Yooooooou........pigs! Don't you oppress us! Vaga.......bonds....I have no bonds and they aren't nearly as vaga as you think they are! But if it is vagabonds you are arresting...then...look again coppers!"<br/><br/>The Dayman was about to imbue the entire social movement with pomp, but became distracted by his growling stomach. His eyes, which at this point were not as sparkly as usual, widened and fixed themselves on his glorious nine pack abs.<br/><br/>"Tummy monster attack! Nooooo!!!!! I counter attack with...............more pizza!"<br/><br/>The Dayman leaned backwards and flicked open his infinity belt and pulled out a pizza cannon. He began to shoot pizza all over the place, slices of the ultimate munchy pizza collided with protesters, the swat team, and even a few found their way towards Dow Jones. He stood and walked over to the nearest swat officer, pealed a slice of cheesey goodness off of his face, and began to munch away.<br/><br/>"Mmmm. Much better, now that that beast is quelled...POMP FOR EVERYONE YALL!"<br/><br/>The Dayman began to gyrate his codpeice about as a dazzling curtain of purple swept across the protesting party. They all began to glow, and their power levels rose high above the levels of the arresting officers. He walked over to the highest ranking official, seized his handcuffs, and placed the officer into custody.<br/><br/>"I believe you, vagabonds, are trespassing on our movement! Oh what an arrested development this seems to be. Seize them hipsters!"<br/><br/>The protesters swarmed the police in an act of unprecedented class warfare, and withstood blasts of pepper spray and tazers in order to begin placing them into custody.