Representatives of a miners union wore respirator suits while storming the Martian capital building.

Security guards aimed their zapper guns.

But their boss shouted, "No, stop! No punctures! They'll contaminate us all..."

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One miner pretended to unzip his suit … forcing the guards to move aside.

Once inside, the reps circled the chamber's roundtable but kept themselves at a fair distance.

Committee members frantically put on their gloves and breathers.

The rep leader handed the chairwoman a two-way radio. She refused and let it drop to the table.

The leader spoke, "Give into our demands or the suits come off."