BOB
Well, uh... hello, everyone. Thanks for coming. I, uh... I think we need to look at the, well, the agenda for today. And item number one is, quite frankly, a bit of a public relations snafu.
(Bob rubs his forehead, taps his pencil)
You see, up until Tuesday, our official platform was that we were... uh, protesting a severe lack of educational resources. A very noble stance. The problem now, of course, is that... well, you burned down the building containing all of the resources. It’s a bit difficult to demand more textbooks when the evening news shows you using the existing textbooks to kindle a three-story bonfire. So, uh... we can’t really call it a resource protest anymore. We need to, as the corporate people say, rebrand. Any suggestions?
KEVIN
(Jumping out of his chair, arms flailing)
I got it! I got it, Bob! Listen to me! We don’t talk about the fire. We talk about the future. It’s an upgrade, Bob! We forced a mandatory migration to the Cloud! The building was legacy hardware, Bob, and we just manually hit 'delete' so the government is forced to build a sleek, digital, AI-driven educational future!
JEAN-LUC
(Scoffs loudly, flipping a long silk scarf)
Please. That is incredibly gauche, Kevin. This was not a tech support ticket. Bob, listen to me. This was art. It was a Dadaist masterpiece! A living, breathing performance piece exploring the ephemeral nature of state authority. The fire was our canvas!
CHLOÉ
(Slamming her fist on the table)
Are you both insane?! It’s an Ecological Purge! The Ministry was a massive, carbon-heavy bureaucratic monster generating millions of tons of useless paperwork! We didn't commit arson, we did a forced carbon offset! We eliminated the physical footprint of bureaucracy for a zero-paper future!
DAVE
(Takes a slow, deep drag of his vape, exhaling a cloud that covers Bob’s face. Bob blinks patiently until it clears.)
You’re all missing the big picture. This is a Modern Renaissance. We didn't destroy education... we emancipated it from the state. By burning the physical institution, we entered a Post-Institutional Era. We aren't rioters, man. We’re unaccredited philosophers.
KEVIN
(Screaming at Dave)
Philosophy don't pay the bills, Dave! The tech angle gets us corporate sponsors! Microsoft could back this riot!
JEAN-LUC
(Shouting)
Commercialist pig! It belongs in the Louvre!
CHLOÉ
(Screeching)
The smoke from your 'masterpiece' just violated the Kyoto Protocol, Jean-Luc!
(The room erupts into absolute chaos. Kevin is standing on a chair yelling about microchips, Chloé is throwing recycling bins at Jean-Luc, and Dave is calmly watching the room burn while taking another vape hit. Bob Newhart just sits there, looking incredibly uncomfortable, resting his chin on his hand. He waits a full thirty seconds, then clears his throat.)
BOB
Uh... excuse me. Excuse me, if I could... just a moment.
(The room slowly quiets down, everyone panting, staring at Bob.)
BOB
Yes, well... those are all very... passionate concepts. But I’m looking at the room right now. We have a tech-bro screaming about algorithms, an art student who wants to put a felony in a museum, an environmentalist trying to calculate the carbon footprint of arson, and a philosopher who I'm fairly certain is hallucinating.
(Bob adjusts his glasses, staring blankly at the group.)
BOB
It occurred to me that we aren't actually a unified political movement at all. We are, quite simply... a collection of the most extreme, unhinged nutjobs this city has to offer. And honestly? I think we should lean into that.
KEVIN
(Confused)
Lean into what, Bob?
BOB
Well, we want to look modern, don't we? Progressive? I think we should just announce that this is, in fact... the world's first DEI Riot.
DAVE
(Raises an eyebrow)
Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion?
BOB
Exactly. We aren't exclusive. We are welcoming diversity. We have included absolutely every single kind of lunatic, fanatic, and weirdo out there. We’ve given a voice—and a Molotov cocktail—to everyone, regardless of their specific brand of insanity. It’s highly inclusive.
(The room goes dead silent. Kevin looks at Dave. Dave looks at Chloé. Jean-Luc slowly nods.)
KEVIN
(Whispering)
Oh my god. It’s beautiful. Nobody can condemn a DEI riot. It’s bad PR.
DAVE
(Nodding slowly)
The man is a genius. We didn't burn down a school... we created a safe space for chaos.
BOB
(Taps his notepad with his pencil, entirely deadpan)
Excellent. Then it's settled. I'll call the press and let them know the nutjob coalition will be holding a seminar in the streets at midnight. Please try not to burn down the phone booth while I'm using it.
DAVE
Uh Bob, you can't give the press conference, your white, middle aged straight man. We need Cyrus.
[Everyone agrees]