'Ow 'orrible ze times are! Zat so many of my people 'ave been cornered in protest to not so much march in ze streets, wis ze fire and justice in zeir voices,
but to be stripped down to zeir flesh, naked as zey were born under God! A curse! A disgrace! Naked under all to see all to save their livelihoods, rich muscular workers at zat, posed under tasteful lighting, wis ze slight glimmerr of sweat... selling zeir visages for coin for the noble hope of paying a visit to mon petit frère...
Ah, l'italie, it 'as been so long since I 'ave seen you, non?
Ah! But zat is not the matter at hand!
I, too, shall show my support of my children's noble intentions!
I, TOO, SHALL GO NAKED!
FOR JUSTICE, MES AMIS!