The floor of his cell was cool, as usual.

Sicko leaned forward on his knees and placed the side of his head down onto the faded white concrete and listened.

Not for sounds, but for vibrations.

And there it was, the faintest disturbance across the floor piqued Sicko’s interest, and he looked toward where he thought the movement originated.

The buzzing lamp hung above him, illuminating his small bed and chair, which summed up the contents of a standard by Greater Memphis Psychiatric Institute cell.

Sicko tracked his eyes across the room to a small crack in the bottom of the wall and he saw it trying to wiggle through.

A roach.

He grinned darkly.

After taking a moment to assess the entire situation, Sicko began to slowly and carefully creep along the floor toward the crack. The roach finally slipped through with great strength and landed right-side-up on the concrete.

Sicko took a moment to gauge the direction of the roach, and then smoothly placed his jaw on the floor in front of its path. When the roach arrived, Sicko opened his mouth and unraveled his tongue forward as if presenting a red carpet for the small creature.

The roach, oblivious to its predicament, marched forward onto his tongue and into Sicko’s mouth. The mental patient, and reigning Golden Pro Wrestling Hardcore Champion, closed his lips and turned over to lay on his back.

After closing his eyes in satisfaction, he enjoyed the sensation of the roach moving about his mouth. The bug’s extremities moved feverishly in confusion, tickling and amusing Sicko.

Deciding he has played with his food enough, Sicko chomped down on the roach with his molars and enjoyed the unique snack life had brought him that day.