Normality will resume

"There's been another murder," gasped the station attendant. But no one heard him, save the cactus; since it was incapable of speech, this wasn't much help.

Arthur burst upon the scene once again. "It's been a long time," he remarked, "quite a few pages – too long. I've a suspicion the book fell prey to the hermeneutical mafia for a bit."

"How did you work that out," asked his dimwitted assistant Carmen.

"Turmoil in the word markets – speculation on the future of sanity, the price of common sense rose a hundred fold, and massive devaluation of reason. Not to mention a lot of weirdo words and bigamists."

"Brilliant," she replied.

"But now we're back, and we mean business – not literally, of course." So saying he slammed the phone down with one hand, while serving to Rod Hull with the other. Yet again surreality had invaded the pitch, and brought proceedings to a halt. The crowd were unhappy – they lost their temper and their marbles, which scattered over the football pitch.

"Stop that," ordered Arthur, "normality will resume now!"