”Dinnertime, boys. Hello, Bruce. Clint. Tony. Steve…?” //
”Steve?” //
”Boys… I think Steve might be dead.” ”That would explain why he isn’t moving nor hissing.” //
”So, one of my roaches died. It’s a bid sad, of course, but I’ve got three left. I don’t know how old Steve was when I got him but I had him for more than a year.” //
”These roaches can live up to five years but I think they rarely do live that long. I hope that Steve had a good roach life.” //
”I’ll bury Steve in a plant jar.” //
”Would you boys like to say something?” ”No, we just hiss.”