Isbjørn

A hospital room sets the scene. John Wilkes Booth is lying on a bed, heavily sedated, dying of cancer. The year is 2061. Suddenly, I come rushing in.

JWB: who's that? isblark, is that you?
Me: 'Sup.
JWB: nothing much, dying of cancer, and you?
Me: Came here to comfort you, and congratulate you.
JWB: for what
Me: The experiment you started way back in 2015.
JWB: what, the musicbanter one?
Me: Yeah. It actually worked, congrats.
JWB: thanks
Me: ...or so you thought!

I pull my phone out of my pocket, open the web browser, and show a page well-known to both of us. On the screen is the "Reply to Thread"-page, with an already-written comment in the text field.

JWB: what are you doing
Me: Being a dick, that's what.

I press the "Submit Reply"-button, then show the phone to JWB. It's his thread. Untouched for 46 years, it has now been bumped by a reply containing merely one word: "rekt".

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