Randy scuttled around the room several times. He was pretty hungry, but there was no food to be found. His nose furtively did the searching as his eyes roamed around the room in search of food. All of a sudden, his nose picks up the aroma of oatmeal. He makes his way towards the smell and finds the oatmeal sitting pretty in a cup.
"Jackpot!" his mind goes. He walks towards it only to find two pairs of eyes staring at him. One of the pair of eyes widens in shock and disgust and the other pair of eyes exhibits fear. The owner of the eyes that was in shock and disgust raises his hand, and Randy took it as a cue to run. So he ran. On and on and on. He tried to escape that hand as it definitely wanted his head. He settled down underneath an object on the table and waited for the situation to cool off. And when the coast seemed clear, he slowly made his move towards the oatmeal......
BAM!!!
In an instant, his life was ended. His 'murderer' was none other than the author of this story.
Randy the cockroach just got killed by me. Death by being squashed is definitely not the nicest way to die, but cockroaches deserve this kind of death. That's for trying to get to my oatmeal.
The Mother of All Cruises
11 hours ago
2 comments:
well- written... never guessed that randy was a cockroach, 'til it was revealed. =)
EVIL! EVIL! MY BRO IS A EVIL PERSON! HE KILL! HE KILL.. uhmm... a cockcroach!
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