<p><p>according To <i>the Nice And Accurate Prophecies Of Agnes Nutter</i>, <i>witch</i> (the World's Only <i>completely</i> Accurate Book Of Prophecies, Written In 1655, Before She Exploded), The World Will End On A Saturday. Next Saturday, In Fact. Just Before Dinner. <p>so The Armies Of Good And Evil Are Amassing, Atlantis Is Rising, Frogs Are Falling, Tempers Are Flaring. Everything Appears To Be Going According To Divine Plan. Except A Somewhat Fussy Angel And A Fast-living Demon—both Of Whom Have Lived Amongst Earth's Mortals Since The Beginning And Have Grown Rather Fond Of The Lifestyle—are Not Actually Looking Forward To The Coming Rapture. <p>and Someone Seems To Have Misplaced The Antichrist . . .</p><h3>san Diego Tribune</h3><p>a Steamroller Of Silliness That Mademe Giggle Out Loud.</p>