They need to suffer what they created. They wake up and head to The Checkpoint, a huge building housing a mock airport security point. Their daily uniform will include a button-down shirt, long socks, worker boots (with long lace-ups that take awhile to take on/off), and a belly-button ring that is solid steel and goes off every time they go through the metal detector. The guy checking ID is suspicious immediately, and insists that they take everything thing out of their pockets (they will be issued a cell phone and LOTS of loose change, and a mostly full water bottle that security makes them drink out of guilt rather than throw away). A pushy, sassy black lady will search them when the alarm goes off in a rude way, and make it an hour ordeal ending with a cavity search. This is justice.
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