The cockroach was going to and fro, waving her ants in the air, dancing of happiness, the nuclear war had ended, so she could walk freely everywhere, because there were no humans left who could stomp over her.
The end.
The cockroach was going to and fro, waving her ants in the air, dancing of happiness, the nuclear war had ended, so she could walk freely everywhere, because there were no humans left who could stomp over her.
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