Eddie was on a camping trip the day the meteor landed, however he had left his television on to ward off burglars. He was never really sure how a television would defend against burgling, but it made him feel safe.
The news program blared to the whole house, the eminent demise of the great planet Earth’s Population, but no-one was home to hear it. Well almost no-one.
“Oh God where are you freakin Roaches going, You can’t leave me here.” Said the plant in front of the sofa.
“Hey bub we watch you move all the time, bending and swaying for light, admiring yourself in the mirror, Even falling over to look up a dames dress.” Replied the evacuating vermin.
“That was an accident. I need your help.”
That is how it ended for the ficus. It sat right there in front of the television and awaited its fate.The roach turned and did what every roach had dreamed of doing for millions of years: It gave a monologue that ended with the phrase, “Mr. Ficus welcome to the Age of The Cockroach.”