In the future, people were ran out of fantasy so they had to make rations of it.
The police taked all the fantasy and threw them into vaults.
But still, even when made a conserving of, the fantasy was not for forever.
After tens of years, only one vault still made an exist.
"This is the worlds final fantasy!" say the kommissar who guardeded it. "Is the only fantasy still making an exist."
"Goodly thing that we already threwed all criminals into jail so they can no make stealings of it." say the bezirksinspektor.
Suddenly, Kafka on a bulldozer!
"Woo hoo hoo hoo!" say Kafka. "I made an escaping from jail!"
"Oh no!" say all the police.
"An I shall make a destroying of final fantasy!" say Kafka, making a drive to vault with bulldozer.
So all the police got guns and shooted at him.
"Fools!" say Kafka. "You can no gun on bulldozer!"
So Kafka bolldozed the fantasy vault!
"Oh no! The fantasy is gone!" say the kommissar. "It can never be putted back into its original form!"
"Now none one can creation new books and everyone will have to make a reading of mine!" say Franz Kafka as he bulldozed the police.