Boss, I told The Fixer you were firing him. Go back and tell him that was fake news. I may have use for him after all, if the press ever finds out about the nondisclosure agreement I forced Garfield to sign. Um … ok … that's enough … The Fixer paid him the hush money, and that gives me plausible deniability. I don't want to hear it!!! Very bad man!!! It was lasagna-related. Get your mind out of the gutter.
Plausible deniability. Huh? It’s the best part about being old. What do you mean? The Kravitzes' cat "Lester" lives across the street from me. Every night for nine years, Lester has been rummaging through my garbage. And every morning for nine years, the Kravitzes have refused my polite requests that they keep that depraved beast chained up in their basement at night. The nerve. This morning I may have mistakenly used catnip to lure Lester into a crate, and then accidentally shipped him to Hong Kong. ... Or not. I'm just a little old lady. I don't always remember why or even WHETHER I've done things. PLAUSIBLE DENIABILITY! I know what you mean. That's one of the main weapons in the "guy" arsenal, too. Thump.