So, I saw a little roach crawl onto the stove and just sit there… waiting for me to cook something… So, I figured I’d turn into a psycho and plan this death carefully. I thought about squishing it but that’s too mainstream. I thought about spraying it with some horrible chemicals, but that wouldn’t please me.
Finally, I decided to turn the stove onto “high heat” and watch its little legs burn to a crisp. Ahhh The smell of burnt roach. That’ll do it.
That, Mr. Roach, is what I call “getting served”.