These An-queef-uhh stooges keep getting lucky with their *reality checks*. Now they mistakenly think they've felt the muscle of a biker gang. Since, up until now, it's been a horde of them beating up on a journalist, or a statue, or a parked car, a courthouse, or a female cop, they feel emboldened. It's just a matter of time before they fuck with the wrong biker gang and a whole lotta soy gets spilled. And once they're getting penetrated with their own bullhorns and cans of bear mace, the cops won't be rolling to save their funky asses because there ain't any cops in Soyville, just like they wanted. Get some, freaks.