“You see, Ron,” began Ben, dropping through a hatch in the floor, “November 5, next Tuesday, the circus will come to town to entertain the people at the Parliament in time for the coronation of King Benjamin Fawkes IV.

“You are going to be king?”

“Noooo, someone else with my exact same name is going to be king… YES , I’M GOING TO BE KING Through my assassinations of the next 26 people in line for the throne in front of me, as well as the queen. The circus will turn out to be carrying a bomb to blow up Parliament, while I, barely escaping, will declare war on the country who is the main threat to the empire, the country who planted the bomb… Canada! “

“Whoa, I never knew you were a precog!”

“YOU IDIOT ! Canada is not really going to put the bomb there, I am, but blame it on Canada, so we can fight them and win and get their land, and I can finish the job my ancestor, Guy Fawkes, started those hundreds of years ago! BWAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA !