Nyaaaaan! A gigantic frickin' roach just jumped up onto my bed! O______o~!!!

I like roaches, actually. I don't squish them (because that's nearly damn impossible); usually, if I've got a sheet of paper on hand, I scoop them up and return them to the Great Outdoors. You know, the roaches are gonna be pwning us in a few years when we've blown ourselves all to hell with nuclear weaponry. Be nice to them while you can; it'll put you in their good mercy!

Yeah. When we destroy ourselves, it's gonna be three things left: Cockroaches, Mick Jagger, and Keith Richards.

It'll be interesting to see where evolution takes us after that.