My stomach is making depressing noises.
They're waiting for you to die. They want you to get on with it, apparently.
Too lazy to get up and besides they would bite you again.
I'm pretty good at that. But there are times when I have failed.
I would imagine they make a really sick squishing sound. Blegh yuck.
anopilis or something. I'm pretty sure you posted in that thread. If not that one, then definitely the scientology one.
You are too merciful and kind.
I can still like people.
I can't trust people.
I've never been in the same room as a cockroach
