Pierre’s heroic charge toward the riot police lost some steam when he realized his brick was actually a spoiled two-pound package of cream cheese.

Is that brick from a novelty shop, or is this guy hurling a loaf of pumpernickel?  Also, is that running, or is he auditioning for a Bob Fosse retrospective?  “Don’t tase me, bro!  I’m just making jazz hands!”

Thanks Marie-Elaine. The original was found in the JOURNAL de MONTREAL.