There’s no such thing as an unloaded Chekhov’s gun.
I sing of arms and the teen.
The greatest achievement of modern scholarship may have been taking a literature full of stabbing, racy sex, and dirty jokes and making it stultifyingly boring.
Cordelia is off the family plan.
Scrooge is visited by the Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present, and Future. It gets tense.
If the Ghost of Christmas Subjunctive were there it would change the mood.