While Boris and his council continued their preparations for the No Deal Apocalypse, portents were seen throughout the land, confirming the approach of the end of times. Indeed, on the very night that he was selected by the faction of the Right Bastards to be the new Mayor of the Palace great thunderstorms were experienced throughout the kingdom of the Angles, Saxons, Britons, Picts, and Scots. A great plague of wasps, furthermore, smote the realm. Let none doubt that, as in the days of Moses, this was a sign of the Lord’s great wrath. One of the most wicked of the chronicles of the realm set out a list of things to do to keep safe. Oh foolish scribes! What can the acts of men do to avert the righteous anger of the Almighty? The chronicle did not mention avoiding sin or paying more respect to the saints of the Lord (especially Saint Martin) or having a less obviously sinful Mayor. Let that be enough of the rashness of secular writers.