THE GREAT EGG PROPHET OF POTT SHRIGLEY

"I AM THE GREAT EGG PROPHET OF POTT SHRIGLEY!" thundered the Great Egg Prophet of Pott Shrigley, who had just appeared inside the entrance to the cafe.
The old lady at the nearest table put down her toast and marmalade, and smiled at him. "Really, dear? How lovely."
The Great Egg Prophet of Pott Shrigley had not really counted on that sort of response, so he just glared a bit at the cafe's customers, who had all stopped eating and were staring open mouthed.
"Pott Shrigley," the old lady said, frowning. "Isn't that somewhere in Norfolk?"
"CHESHIRE!" bellowed the Great Egg Prophet of Pott Shrigley.
"And why do they call you that, dear?" asked the old lady, as she plopped a lump of sugar in her tea.
"BECAUSE I AM THE GREAT EGG PROPHET OF POTT SHRIGLEY!" roared the Great Egg Prophet of Pott Shrigley.
"No dear. I meant the bit about the egg," the old lady explained, but didn't get a response because the owner of the cafe, Samantha, had joined them and was brandishing a rolling pin rather menacingly.
"Is this idiot bothering you?" Samantha asked the old lady, without taking her eyes off the Great Egg Prophet of Pott Shrigley.
"Oh no, love, we were just having a little chat, weren't we dear?" the old lady replied, before picking up her cup and saucer and supping her tea. "Hmm. Lovely cuppa. Would you like one, dear?"
The Great Egg Prophet of Pott Shrigley had no idea how to respond to such a question, so instead he repeated again, rather loudly, that he was the Great Egg Prophet of Pott Shrigley.
The old lady put her cup and saucer down and smiled again at the fellow. "So, what sort of thing do you prophecy about?" she asked, genuinely interested.
The Great Egg Prophet of Pott Shrigley glared down at her as if she were a buffoon. "THE FUTURE!" he shouted, as if that should have been entirely obvious.
"Really?" The old lady was excited now. "And what can you tell me?"
The Great Egg Prophet of Pott Shrigley slowly raised an arm and turned in order to point a long, trembling finger at Samantha. "THAT THIS MISERABLE BINT WILL HIT ME WITH HER ROLLING PIN AND CAST ME OUT INTO THE STREET, FROM WHENCE I CAME!"
And once again, The Great Egg Prophet of Pott Shrigley had predicted something which turned out to be completely and utterly accurate.