I wait eagerly for the turtles to begin the imminent destruction of humans as they bring forth the new era where the spleens' of man kind are used in the manufacturing of super glue and squirrels are able speak latin and become nurses. And Satan will once again roam the Earth, plaiting horse tails and grooming them as his profession, and on the week ends, he'll walk along the beach, swooning at the feel of the sand between his toes.
There will be so many people killed in this bloodshedding event that death itself will be wasted upon the dead being dead and the Reapers will go on strike and demand a raise, and if that raise in their paycheck is denied, immortality will hold true on all living organisms and the downfall of this planet will end it's existence prematurely.

Heh... Foxy boxes...