"Ashes, ashes, we all fall down..." with a smug and bloody smirk, then the heartbeat sensor in my ribcage sets off the plague emitters set around the world to release a retrovirus that wipes Humanity (and only Humanity) from the face of the planet. B)
OT: "I WILL be back, you son of a *****..." I say this because everyone in my family, myself included, is too damn stubborn to die easily. Even my grandmother, a 74 year old psychological and physiological trainwreck, looks at the Grim Reaper and makes him wait in the living room like a senior prom date.