Heathens beware! The rupture is upon us, soon the 7 Norsemen of the Acropolis will ride the skies...hear my warning

The riders shall be called DEATH, FLATULENCE, FARMING and...well I can't remember the rest of them but they are not very nice.

Hear my proclamation, there will be much gnashing of teats, crumpets will sound and you will hear the cry...'CRY HAVOC AND RELEASE THE FROGS OF WAR'. Save yourselves while you can!