One time back when I and Cruisey were Viking raiders back in 932ad we were on a raid to England and had just found a wealthy looking church, the perfect place to loot for spoils.
We had just set the back of the church on fire and were preparing to slaughter the townsfolk as they fled when Possum showed up and informed us that we were not actually vikings, that it was in fact 2026ad and that we had just smoked too many drugs again and set the neighbours shed on fire.
And he was right.