Nostradamus? Wasn't he that dude that predicted all those random things like five hundred years ago?

[Paying no heed to the conversation, Greg has begun to shudder violently, though his expression is confrontational rather than afraid. Startled by the sudden activation of his Ability, Paprika nearly drops him before recovering and holding him a bit more firmly.]

I'm pretty sure that, like, absolutely nothing has to make sense right now.