First they assassinated the Renault, brutally sacrificing it with ax and pitchfork. Then a girl in a white brassiere and red bikini climbed onto the car's crushed roof, where a scrawny youth massaged her with wads of spaghetti. The girl plucked pasta from her shining body and flipped it at the audience; the audience ate it up.
After all, it was a "happening," and it was happening to them in Parisjust as it had earlier that night when two girls dressed in cabbage leaves whacked onlookers' heads with bad minton rackets, or...
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