One's enough. C'mon you see this place everyday. No place for a roach.

[An old apartment in LA is an understandable roach pad. This little slice of heaven in the sky though? Nope. No way. Not in the old man's book not no how. He'd be making a phone call if he wasn't...busy.]

If there are more he'll find em first. [A little louder, like the bird will know if it's being addressed without his name.] Won't you, tough guy?