Setting: (Skip forward ten years or so. A group of well-hung young studs are getting good and toasted in a cafe in Paris. And you know where that's going...)
Enjolras: We've got to stop all of this shit that's been going on here! Screw the government!
Joly: I'd love to! (All laugh.)
Grantaire: You sure are cute when you're feeling passionate about political issues, Enjolras. (Soft music starts to play in the background.)
Enjolras: That's not all I'm passionate about...
Combeferre: Why don't we all get out of these tight leather pants and make some love before we go make war?
Enjolras: Good strategy, Combeferre. That's an order, men!
(Percussion starts. The boys start a hot orgy on the cafe tables. Marius and Cosette arrive mid-orgy.)
Marius: Sorry I'm late. Very sorry...
Enjolras: (Spits.) Who's your lady friend?
Cosette: I'm Cosette. (Looks him over.) Why don't we get a little better acquainted?
Enjolras: It would be my pleasure...
(Orgy continues into the night.)
Enjolras: (Slipping back into his leather pants.) Meeting adjourned, boys.