There was a huge row at the train station in Bilbao after the leader of the Basque separatist movement suddenly appeared, standing on top of a passenger car, and began a long spruik which was quickly followed by a lively hue and cry among the gathered passengers and railway workers, but when the Guardia Civil arrived to quell the explosive situation, they were unable to decipher what had happened, since the local citizenry would only use their particular argot and appeared not to understand Spanish -- plus, to add insult to injury, the hunted terrorist then pulled off a well-orchestrated escape during which he literally flew away from the depot, like a man on a flying trapeze.

The hue and cry over my ill-advised prank (I'd Scotch-taped a baby yak to the sleeping vice president, then posted the footage on YouTube like a flippin' idiot) reached such a furious uproar, and the crowd chasing me became so vast and impossible to evade, that in the end I was forced to seek refuge in a circus tent, where I scaled a high ladder and, leaping out onto the trapeze, swung crazily through the air, spruiking to save my life--I touched on all the classic themes: peace, harmony, getting along, forgiveness, friendship, the illegality of murder, etc. (indeed, my speech might have turned the hearts of my bloodthirsty detractors in my favor, if only I hadn't been so  dumb as to deliver the friggin' thing in an argot known only to a handful of high-level Masonic initiates; as it was, the mob only grew angrier, and when my trapeze finally swung to a halt they pulled my doomed tuchus down with a vengeance)....