Cue me, standing in front of my door, opening it.
"Close the door. Close the fucking door! What the fucking fuck do you fucking think you're fucking doing?"
Cue me, closing the door.
Me: "What's wrong?"
Heard outside my bedroom door: "The cup, get the cup, the CUP GOD DAMN YOU!"
The sounds of scuffling. Me standing behind door, leaning forward, frown creasing my forehead: "Are... are you alright?"
Suddenly, a huge motherfucker of a cockroach appears under the door.
Me: "OH MY GOD, EEEEEEE, OH MY GOD, SOMEONE SAVE ME? ARGHHHHHH!"
Heard outside my bedroom door: "Quick, open the door! NOW."
The door opens. The cup comes down.
The End. (Or is it?)