Vengeance Is Served

You bet it was, on an ice-cold dish, too. 

What the fuck? Me, awake at 6 in the morning? That's right folks, thanks to a fucking cockroach i am. And yes, i'm terribly phobic of the flying variant due to extremely unpleasant past experiences with them. 

Naturally, nerve-toxins were administered to disable the threat and successfully stopped it in its tracks. But it just wasn't enough. It was struggling to get back on its feet, eager to terrorize its victim even further. 

But enough was enough. Vengeance must be served. 

And so it was. Apparently shots from a lesser weapon failed to deal the killing blow, and forced me to bring out the big one. It did the job, with results much better than i anticipated. Pbbft.