A city about which its architects proudly declared had been built on rock and roll has collapsed in a heap of rubble.
An embarrassed spokesman for the architects pleaded with journalists to 'say you don't know me or recognise my face.'
When asked about how many people were trapped in the rubble, he took a more agressive stance. 'Say you don't care who goes to that kind of place,' he urged. Speaking in a jargon known only to architects, he said that the reporters were 'knee deep in the hoopla, sinking in your fight!' When pressed about the kind of people who were in the city, he replied that there were too many runaways eating up the night.
Referring to initial radio reports of the city's collapse, he responded that 'Marconi plays the mamba,' a reference which puzzled all present.
When asked what this meant for the future of the architects' practice, the spokesman sneered 'Someone's always playing corporation games!' And when he was asked what would happen if the practice were sued by the victims of the collapse, the spokesman responded fiercely: 'Who cares! They're always changing corporation names!', indicating that the practice might avoid a law suit by continuing under a new name.
At this point the architects themselves appeared. Dressed nattily in suits (except for Natalie), they stunned their audience by declaring that 'We just want to dance here!' Then, looking around them, they glared at the journalists and said 'Someone stole the stage!' Refusing to accept any blame for the city's collapse, they said sarcastically that 'They call us irresponsible! Write us off the page!'
They then continued to declare repeatedly that they built the city on rock and roll, completely ignoring questions about why the city was not built on solid cement foundations like normal ones.