I'm in the library. A bunch of strikers just came into the lobby, unfurled a big banner, sat down on the floor, and started chanting. Apparently what they want is a contract and when they want it is now.
This is just like the 60's except no good folk music and nobody's having guilt-free hippie-sex with me.
The chant is speeding up to indicate their increasing level of seriousness.
Now they're all going WOO! to indicate...well, woo, I guess.