A rat in my kitchen. I am not having a roach in my bed.

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Roach in my bed. I'm gonna grab that food. Put it in the blender. Make me some smoothie. Some peanut butter. Some almond milk. That's a protein shake right there. You know how much protein bugs be carrying? Just wash them off. I'm gonna need you to stop invading my messages. Because I'm trying to correlate a message here.

A rat in my kitchen. I'd, um, keep him, and... I'd keep him as a pet, and I'd name him... I would name the rat Robby, if it was a boy rat. Actually, I wouldn't even know, I'd just name it Robby, because how do you even tell a rat's gender? Anyways, I'd keep it as a pet in my room, if I found a... if I found a rat in my kitchen. Or my dad would kill it, but... yeah, I'd keep it as a pet.

Don't judge me. I've already filmed a rat in my kitchen. It's not my fault. It's my family's fault. Especially my brother. Maybe me. I don't know.

I'd rather find a fucking rat who wants to find a roach in their bed. I would not sleep in there for like a year. I found a spider in my room, and I didn't sleep in there for like a week.

Rat because there's a chance that a singular rat gun to your house through an opening or something but when you see one cockroach that means they've already infested my fucking house you need to burn it the fuck down