you won't be sitting in your rocking chair across from krusty, writing old people fanfiction while she pets one of her 100 cats and go, "you remember amber? i wonder what happened to her, i haven't seen her in ages"
nope
what will happen though is the same thing except me lying on the ground with an old person broken hip
laughing really hard and old-person wheezing and going, "i finally get to say it now omg guys"
"i've fallen and i can't get up"
germs of course, will be soaking in an old-person bubble bath going "i just never want to leave'
Me:
Shit yourself and then casually scoop out some of the shit and use it to fingerpaint a funny joke and then make that paper into a shit-piloted airplane and sail that lovecraft his way
Gaspatron:
when people literally tell me that they're only here for the art
Gaspatron:
that's like going to a party that someone put a lot of soul into and going right up to the host and seriously saying "i'm only here for the food."
Gaspatron:
and every time they pass the host, they're holding a bag of chips and they call out
Gaspatron:
"STILL ONLY HERE FOR THE FOOD!"
Gaspatron:
"IF IT WEREN'T FOR THIS FOOD, LET ME TELL YOU. I WOULDN'T EVEN BE HERE."
Gaspatron:
"THSI FOOD IS THE ONLY REASON I GIVE A SHIT"