Cockroaches
Two cockroaches were talking as they munched garbage in an alley.
"I was just at that new restaurant across the street.
The kitchen is spotless. The floor shines a bright gleam.
There isn't any dirt anywhere. It's completely sanitary."
"Please," said the other roach frowning, "not while I'm eating."
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