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Le Terrible slunk out the back door of the casino. He knew that he had little time for the next phase of his plan, but then again, when did socialist agitators ever have lots of time? The creation of a people's utopia waited for no man. True enough, it sometimes waited for it's lederly aunt who was always trying to find "just the right dress" but certainly for no man.

He sidled down the street, looking into the various shops for evidence of oppression. the trouble with these countries in paradise was that it was too easy to just take the day off because you felt like swiming at the beach, and that sort of thing seldom led to true oppression. Which made his job all the more difficult.

Clutching his pamphlets to his chest, he went into the nearest cigar factory. Thirty minutes later, a spontaneous demonstration of the proletariate errupted and a general strike was called. For some reason, there were socialist pamphlets written in French clutched in the hands of all the well organized proletariate in front of the building.

Soon after that, a march was organized...