Or he'll shank you with his retainer.
I imagine that 187 is one of those fat middle school kids who just sits at home in his dark basement late into the afternoon (his mommy won't let him stay up past 10) typing at his keyboard perfecting his coolguy skills, until he is man enough to approach the girl he likes at school by talking tough. Then, the next day when he goes to talk to her, she rejects him, and he is horribly, utterly annihilated. He'll spend the next four years of his life cutting across his wrist with a butterknife and taking several (4) advil at a time, in a futile hope to kill himself. All the while remaining fat and incompetent, until the day of his graduation arrives. Being the fat fool he is, he will trip as he goes to get his diploma. He will be remembed as "jugs", "lard-ass", and "fart boy" for the rest of his days. In college he will attempt to join a frat so that he will be known as "Frat boy", so that he may seem cooler, but it will be to no avail. Since he is fat and unwashed, girls would not fuck him even
mentally. He will probably drink a lot of beer in his shitty 4'-8' dorm room and piss out the window because by that time, Everquest and porn will have consumaed his entire life. Maybe he'll get less fat and get a job, perhaps in an office. Whatever the case, it is very easy to see that he will become a violent drunk and a woman hitter, and at the age of forty-six, he will be run over by an astro-bus, as Karma takes its vengance. He will then be pickpocketed by gang members that stab him as he lays dying, because fate has a very humourous sense of irony. After this, he will appear in the local news. "Local Fat Fuck Obliterated By Bus" will read at the top of the town cryer, with the subheading "Town Reacts in Abject Indifference". People will probably remember him for roughly thrty minutes, and then he'll be yesterday's news. Thirty years after he's dead, teenage astro-vandals will piss on his Space Grave.