>wake up, and feel sticky
>realize you’re not human
>realize you’re a bee
>your parents sound oddly Jewish for some reason
>your life is a monotonous unending cycle of the same tasks
>break away and leave the hive
>meet a human woman that is able to talk to bees
>she likes jazz
>you are destroying a human man’s marriage
>slowly and methodically break down his sanity, cucked by a bee
>realize that the labor of bees is being stolen by humans
>read beearl marx (bee version of karl marx)
>become based and sue humanity for stealing the surplus of honey
> human woman dumps human man, she is totally into you
>go to court and literally cross examine Ray Liotta for owning bee slaves
>the defense attorney whom sounds suspiciously like john goodman speaks
>pretends you stung him, says speciesist things about bees
>literally say “IT’S THE WHITE MAN’S FAULT” and point at the defense attorney
>black defense attorney slinks away, smart move
>win the court case suing humanity
>liberate bees from slavery, all colonies are united now, i am supreme bee king
>save a plane and prevent a second 9/11
>have ravenous sex with human woman who owns a flower shop for weeks
>she asks me to stay and BEE with her
>tell her i will but there is one last score to settle, there is others that steal the honey
>stand with an army of bees behind me, staring down at the dens of bears
>hear “HEY BOO-BOO, I FOUND SOME HONEY!”
>tonight yogi the bear will be yogi the deceased, genocide mode engaged
>we descend upon the bear dens, stingers at extended
>after months, return home to my now human fiancée covered in bear blood
>she gives me a BEE-JOB, i bust a fat honey bunches of oats right on her face
>bees