The plot plotter

Arthur burst upon the scene, declaiming thus:

"Indeed a plot we shall have. We have not come so far to give up now. We shall persevere and when the appropriate time comes, then a plot will emerge – all the conditions are place for the emergence of a plot, but it's far too early to predict when it will emerge."

But at this point the hermeneutical mafia entered, and mercilessly forced him to eat his words – after he had been compelled to deconstruct them. A painful process indeed, but the wicked queen of the hermeneuticists cackled manically as she supervised the operation.

"Don't move" exclaimed Inspector Elque, "or the moose gets it."

"What?" asked the deconstructionist dinosaur.

"Not you," said Elque. "You're extinct – so there."