A table is seen. A glass Brower cup stands proudly on the floor on the glorious dining hall. A naked man's lower half is seen, standing over the Brower glass. The stage is set for a most vivid a spectacle. The man leans and squats with grace. His hairy legs and [Redacted] reflected in the glass of the Brower cup, almost screaming in horror at what is about to unfold. Steadily, and with acute precision, does the man lower himself onto the Brower glass. It's shiny surface slowly disappearing within the cavity of the man's r**tum, a clear metaphor of well intended actions being lost in the proverbial "a** of society". Struggle becomes real as the a**s continues to gobble up the glass, like the super rich gobble up our tuition's wealth. And like that wealth, all things have a limit. Horror strikes as the glass, such a fine and gentle piece, previously unstained and untainted, can finally take no more abuse. The glass cracks under the pressure of the man's sph***ter, like the administration crumbling under the crushing pressure of the strike. The last scene is tragic but profound. We all watch in astonishment at the man pulling shards of glass out of his now bleeding r**tum. If you could paint an image of the word "regret" that would be it. Curtain falls. We all sit in silence as we process the show we have just witnessed.