Then I'll be the oldest vet alive and shit. And own kids. Don't hate. Hopefully Born to Kill, Opey, etc don't live too long.
And I'll be posting in my flying rocking chair with my virtual message board posting kit and tell kids about the legends of RB.
Like how back in the day, we had to use keyboards and shit. And the kids in the future will use voice activated computers to battle on text.
I'll tell them about the legends of Vanja's sophisticated penis and how Viscosity was this skinny Ethiopian kid who lives in his grandma's basement and still sucks on her droppy tits.
Hopefully all of you will still be there. So when you try to look cool infront of the noobies, I'll reveal the truth.