He will be out in his 59s and still able to have kids. Lame.
On the other hand, this sentence will take up most of the rest of his parents’ lives, giving them plenty of time to reconsider how their firstborn ended up with an arrogant, pugnacious attitude, as they travel back and forth to speak over a phone across three-inch thick lucite to their precious smartass, the one in the orange work clothes.
He will kill again, bank on it.