"Well you're in luck, you mongoloid shitstain, because seeing into the future is my fuckin' specialty. I'll just use this crystal ball here to figure out what's in store for your future."
With zest and flourish, you plop down in front of the crystal ball and start looking deep into its seemingly endless depths. "Ah yes, everything is quite clear to me. Your zombie problem will easily be solved with the discovery that these particular zombies are deadly allergic to terrible jokes. You all should be just fine."
Another vision suddenly flashes before your eyes. "Hmm, also it says that you're secretly an agent of the Infernomancer that was trying to lure me into a death trap and is now about to kill me. Huh, fancy that."
Fancy that indeed. It's so fancy, in fact, that your client runs you through with a very fancy dagger. C'est la vie.
YOU HAVE DIED