"This what we have to do the greedy upper class, who have gotten rich suckling at the neck of the virtuous proletariat!" Paul dropped the cat and reached into his shirt, pulling out the Nobel Prize that hung around his neck. He fumbled at the dental floss that was threaded through the rough hole he had drilled.
"I can do this because I won the NOBEL PRIZE!" He brandished the over-sized coin at the pundits and cameramen in the studio as he waddled away from the desk with his pants around his ankles. Sweat dripped from his beard as he advanced on the frightened cat.