>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