One thousand years ago, an oracle wrote a prophecy. She predicted that some Australian comedians would think it'd be a good idea to pretend to be wizards and make up a bunch of hilarious garbage off the top of their heads and record it into a microphone. The townsfolk described the prophecy as “basically gibberish” and petitioned the wizard Michael Storm to turn her into a nest of bees. He did, and the villagers ate future-honey forever.
Some time later, Michael Storm made a deal with a demon: in exchange for supreme magical power, he would talk into a portal for twenty minutes once a month.