My money, my business

Mr. Luke was coming home from work by car. However, he could not pass due to the fact that the road blocked the protest.

They protested a twelve gentlemen in suits and melons who had written:

RIGHT TO BURN MONTHS OF MAN'S RIGHT

and

MY MONEY MY CASE

and

Fuck Writing

Mr. Luke got out of the car nervous, and approached 1 of the delinquents, who glued his back to the roadway:

- I'm sorry. Ladies, what are you doing here?

- We fight! Women's rights!

Mr. Luke was highly surprised:

- I'm sorry. What do you mean?

- I'm sorry. That's it! We fight for all female to be able to burn her hard-earned money until the ninth period after she's paid.

- I'm sorry. Why is that? What's that expected to do?

- I'm sorry. You know! It's a wage crisis! Women are afraid to make money due to the fact that restrictive law forbids them to safely dispose of their earnings.

- I'm sorry. But that doesn't make sense! How would smoking money make people have more money?

- I'm sorry. You sly fascist! We're gonna fuck you up.

And this activist wanted to throw himself at Mr. Luke, but could not, for the king of Julian was glued to the roadway, and could not rise.