Cockroach

I'm just getting bad vibes all over the place. Bad news, bad moods. It's like somebody flipped a switch on a dirty apartment in East Boston and the cockroaches scramble and scurry across the floor. Everybody is running around and on eachother, exposed under a florescent kitchen light. Observed by a terrified child. Then Mom comes to the rescue with her boots, weapons of mass destruction and it's mass murder everywhere.

 

But mom, I am cockroach.