When we robbed the Assembly of the Republic, that wanton face of lies, I was loaded with a machine gun and lots of grenades. The first to go down was Antônio Costa, soon the most astute who soon took the lethal pill. We bombed and machine-gunned the nationalizing left and then dispatched the central rostrum. It smelled like shit when I came across the expensive suit. There was Antônio Costa, shitting himself and hiding under the chair.
I fired twenty shots from my gun to see spurts of green blood come out of the evil creature. The political process continued with the implosion of the building. It gave space to a large garden where teenagers make love as the gardens used to be.
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