She bends over and picks up a single roach, and places it on a chair before turning around to sit right on it- It crunches loudly and pops into an explosion of gore. Her pink pajamas are now stained with clear, white goo. She wiggles around on the gushed bug. She picks up another and places it on the chair. "Squish good for me, little buggy!" she tells it, before sitting back down, mushing it into the pile of goo. She lets out a tiny fart into the pile of guts, and imagines the dead roaches still being able to smell it. As she wiggles back and forth, she gets an idea-
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