This one time, I saw one of those lone ants, scooting across my kitchen tile. You know, one of the ant scouts. The little buggers who blaze new ant frontiers to bring back news of lands of plenty and lead her other ant sisters to promised lands and glory. Well, I spotted her. I have nothing against antenkind, but I was not in the market for roommates. I knew the jackpot of air conditioning, running water, and a vh1 behind the music marathon was a dream come true for any kind of ants. I'm a civilized person, so murdering the scout was out. Also, there would be no guarantees they wouldn't send an ant hit squad to take me. Lannistants always pay their debts. So I had to think of something else. I went to the fridge, cut a generous portion of cake, put that aside for myself, then cut a double portion and put it on a plate. I set it next to the ant and whispered, "let's keep this paradise between us, eh?" I winked at her and went on my business. The next day, ants fucking everywhere. You can't just buy an ant's loyalty. They just can't be played that way.