How do 
those firemen feel who are imperated* to indulge in incestuous race reproductive activity for parking the fire engine on the lawn amidst intensive oxidation process of the house which they intend to cease in a reasonable period of time? And what on earth do those imperator** inhabitants believe they are doing… I never even suspected I would ever suggest any paralelism between my humble(?) self and those bravely devoted people of fire fighting service, not in such an absurd way for that matter… Organisers and firemen have at least one more symbolic aspect in common: if you park near the firewater tap they might crush your windows as a duty…
* rarely (if at all) used meaning: ~told
** strange derivative of *, but as a play on words see also old title in Roman Empire