*stoops to gather her weapons and tools*

im like a cockroach, you can spray me with insecticide and squish me over n over but i still refuse to die.

but you, are like an ant. and no, before you congratulate yourself, i am not referring to hardworking qualities, of which you have none. what i meant is one stomp, and your antsy angsty world comes to an end.
lucky for you, i've never been an ant bully, and i'm not about to start for less-than-nothing ant like you.

and there i was thinking my problems are over.

thank god it's friday tmr. ive never said it more fervently.