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Dismembered????"  The law students had been called and jetted to Trifalgar Square and were getting an earfull.  

  A report was heard.  Gunshots?  Fireworks? People helping people change their outfits wondered out loud as everyone inside fell silent. 

Glass broke and a projectile thumped onto a stolen "cafè table" that was actually a big spool for cable or wire.  Voices shouted from the shadows: Come out, come out vherevah yooooos are.  Just a spot of flesh peeking out between black gloves and blackish long coat revealed human forms amongst shubbery.  "Yah! Dis eesz TRIFALGAR, NOT TRIFAGGOT pussies." 

  A man with a hand over the mouth of a woman in a more than twenty minute shock scream when she'd come to being cut out of a sar-coph-o-caus pulled our front line of just good citizens back, back.

  Someone scrambled forth to blow out a candle and felt for the thing that had thumped onto the table.  It was a large stone with a threat tied to it. 

  "Had it been true?"  What the already gone person said. 

  "There is no sane way to describe quickly what happened on the way towards the (i)Hindustan Times(i).  But, yes, y'er honor, people have been battling near the fringes of the protests.  Yes, dismembered.  Yes, cut up, sliced, seared, hung up on telephone poles beside the train tracks..." 

  "Like crucifixions?"  Someone shit their pants.  "Avocados did me in." 

  "And as 'bags of garbage'.  Some of our USO found their loved ones' body parts in such bags." 

  "Oh my God, Oh my God," an Indian friend started chanting.