"Enough. The Cockroach Prophet can't help either, so put him back."
Su Ming stopped the gorilla from tormenting the insect and gave Ezekiel a sympathetic look. Being cursed by God into becoming this thing was bad enough; though his life in the bar was decent, he had absolutely no freedom.
"We're talking about The Source. Ezekiel used to be God's lackey on Earth, and just as he said himself, this old man fell behind the times long ago. How could he understand anything that's happened recently?"
"Is that so? Then what use are you? Useless trash." Bobo tossed the cockroach back into the sink, his face full of disdain.
In truth, the cockroach was fairly useful. It could be used as a garbage disposal unit.
It might have been a bug, but it had the appetite of a human. Every day, lemon peels left over from mixing drinks, olives soaked in liquor, the roots left from fried onion rings, and all sorts of miscellaneous scraps could simply be tossed into the sink, and it would eat them.
How environmentally friendly was that? Ever since getting this cockroach, the gorilla had even saved quite a bit on garbage disposal fees.
As everyone knew, in capitalist countries like the United States and Japan, throwing away trash cost money, especially construction waste, which even had to be weighed.
In any case, Deathstroke suggested that all extreme environmentalists eat the garbage their own households produced every day before worrying about anyone else's business.
"You actually look down on me?! I'm so furious!" Though he was a prophet of the Jews, he was so angry that even a German accent crept into his speech. Standing with his hands on his hips atop a lemon peel in the sink, the cockroach loudly cursed, "I haven't even