I want some plot

"So what now?" Arthur posed the crucial question. "I think we're being manipulated by second-rate surrealist writers," he continued. "I don't," replied Theodora, her flowing locks swaying gently in the afternoon breeze. "I didn't know you had dandruff," exclaimed Prof Karswell to the pope. "I don't," he replied — "I'm bald." "O.K.," interrupted Hannibal. "That's quite enough idle banter. I want some plot — and I want it now." So saying, he whipped out his Kalashnikov, and sprayed bullets everywhere.

"In the absence of a plot, a good body count is always important," mused Hannibal wisely — "yes, the old Chinese proverb is right."