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Current Location: My apartment

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Thatâs it, cockroaches. Itâs on, motherfuckers!

Oh, no. I just had an image of you with a flamethrower strapped to your back.

Did you ever see that Rambo movie, First Blood?

That is me right now.

'Don't push it! Don't push it or I'll give you a war you won't believe!'

*laughs* Yeah, I know what that's like. Those are the kind of roommates you don't want.

You like your place, Arthur? Other than the wildlife, I mean. 'Cause I could help you find something else, if you wanted.

It's alright. It's a little small for five people, but it is rare that everyone is here.

That's nice of you, Anson. But I don't think I could afford anywhere else.

If you ever need anything, Arthur, all you have to do is ask. You know that, right?

I have a job, Anson. *grin* And I do alright, you know.

*smiles* Yeah, I know. Just...don't forget what I said, okay?

Of course.

..

Wait, which thing you said? You say a lot of things. Don't do drugs. Don’t be stupid. Eat your veggies. No sweets before dinner.

Aw, come on! I never said that stuff!

Well...most of that stuff.

And as I recall, you're the one who made me eat veggies.

That's because your apartment is a third world country! I was afraid you had scurvy!

Aw, come on. It's not that bad.

Yes. It is.

You need someone to take care of you.

*smiles* Yeah. I guess I do.

Buy some geckos.

But then I'll have geckos everywhere. And then I'll have to get something to eat the geckos. And before you know it, I'll have fucking bears or something.

I think I'm going to stick with a can of Raid and a state of constant vigilance.

The geckos you can catch. Shrugs. How we used to get rid of them in the service.

The service?

You had an entire arsenal at your disposal and you went with geckos?

They don't give you 'munitions to shoot the cockroaches. No matter how big the bastards are.

Boooooring. This is why I didn't join the army. No creativity.

Arthur Débrouillard. Hello.

When you got a choice between using your bullets to shoot the cockroaches or the people with guns. Ain't a hard choice.

Snake Plissken.

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