"Beware the impending doom of the toaster's wrath," I foretold the toaster repairman.
"The apocalypse will be televised on 4:30 AM, on the 13th of never," I prophesied to the sleep-deprived.
"The answer to world peace will be found in the fridge, next to the half-eaten pizza," I revealed to the world leaders.
"Beware the invisible ninja of boredom, who will strike at 3 PM, on Tuesdays," I warned the office workers.
"The secrets of the universe will be revealed in the next episode of 'Days of our lives', a drama series about nothing in particular," I predicted to the soap opera enthusiasts.
"The meaning of life will be found in the last remaining donut in the box, but only after 3 PM, when the sugar rush wears off," I declared to the existentialists.