There once was a village where a prophecy spoke of coming turmoil. It also spoke of a savior who would make a declaration that would end the turmoil. The prophecy became a religion and those who preached it ruled over the village for many years.

But as time went on, people began to lose faith and the rule of the priests slowly began to crumble. And so to rekindle the faith, the priests brought about the predicted turmoil themselves and hoped that their savior would emerge.

And their savior did indeed emerge although he was quite unhappy with the priests for bringing about the turmoil themselves.

And so he decided to do his part and issue a declaration that would be sure to end the turmoil just as the prophecy said it would. And the words he spoke were these:

'I have to poop'

Nothing about the prophecy made any specifications as to what the declaration would be. He could say pretty much anything. And so he decided to blow it.

By doing so, the religion that gave the priests their power had suddenly become a joke. And it was the shame they felt which compelled them to cease the turmoil. The prophecy, ironically, had been fulfilled. The end.