A young fellow walks into a cafe plastered with revolutionary slogans (including the epic rallying cry of the revolution "bread, freedom, and social justice") and zeroes in on three young people at a table. "I like you all very much," he says with a hint of an accent (think of an Arab Borat). They all chat, discussing inflation, transportation problems, and so on -- everything that you might see on the front page of every newspaper, basically.
"Really?" he says, in English. Then he proceeds to send a text message, supposedly with all the "intel" he has just gathered.
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