You were just sitting in the living room, enjoying your coffee. It was another day, just a calm, nice day. Until you heard Bram yelling in the kitchen.

"Get off of our ceilings! The jig is up you little bugger, you picked the wrong place to hide!" There was a loud slam, probably from a broom hitting the ceiling. "You motherf-cking roach! Hasta la bye-bye, bitch!" There was another slam from the broom.