
Me: “Getting a beehive will be so much easier than hand harvesting honey! How bad could it bee?”
... A few moments later....
Breaks hive, no bee... Breaks hive, kills bee... breaks every hive in Redwoods, no bee... *all respawn*... breaks hive, kills bee... “GUY DANG IT!!!!”
Breaks hive carefully... carefully... kills bee. “why?!?!”
....Two months later...
*does same thing as before*
Breaks hive, bee flees! I chase with kibble! I tame it! WOW! So happy!!! The crowd cheers!!
Me to myself, “Hmmm, bet this would be awesome on Genesis. Let’s transfer it.” (Can’t transfer it)
Guy Dang It!!!!
According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let's shake it up a little. Barry! Breakfast is ready! Ooming! Hang on a second. Hello? - Barry? - Adam? - Oan you believe this is happening? - I can't. I'll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I'm excited. Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B's. Very proud. Ma! I got a thing going here. - You got lint on your fuzz. - Ow! That's me! - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000. - Bye! Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house! - Hey, Adam. - Hey, Barry. - Is that fuzz gel? - A little. Special day, graduation. Never thought I'd make it. Three days grade school, three days...