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It was a cold summer night in Bee Land/New York Shitty … It was shitty. Vinny was walking down the block with his walkman in hand, listening to his favorite song “It’s Hip To Fuck Bees” blaring through his earbuds making him deaf to the cruel outside world, who doesn’t accept the fucking of bees. Because of this, he had to hide his loving and acts of pleasure to the outside world, denying it at any cost. It was truly hard to be a beesexual .
He was on his way back from his recording studio, where he had just finished recording his hit new single “Rub Titties”. He started crying for the tenth time that day. He fell down, his face hitting the harsh cold New York pavement with silent shame in his breath. Tears filling his eye sockets and nose while crawling down the street.
It was then that a neon limo with yellow and black stripes that pulled up beside him on the street. The window rolled down.
AND ALONG CAME BARRY. No, not Jerry, you fucking silly billys. It was Barry The BEE, dressed in his trademark black and yellow striped sweater, along with matching color jorts.
“Hey, honeyflesh,” He said, “Why the long face?” He asked in his Seinfield-esque nasally voice.
The crying thirty year old looked up at the tiny Bee, moist mucus running down his nose. Honey shaped sparkles soon began twinkling in his cold dead eyes.
“Wow!” He said with excitement , “Are you Barry Bee, savior of bees, lawyer against the human race, and almost killed mankind?” He asked with bee induced awe.
“Yes, kind human. I’ve followed you for the past 8 miles because I’ve found myself impressed with your…. Music ...” He said. “If you want, you could come with me and we could talk business…. ” The Bee suggested with a manly suggestive tone.
A bulk bodyguard dressed in a bee bodysuit along with a stocking that covered his already bodysuit covered head, with black and yellow stripes, stepped out and opened up a door, revealing a honeycomb shaped backseat, covered completely in hot, dripping honey as a seductive offering.
Vinny thought for a moment. Was it safe to go into a jackass’s limo with a steaming hot flattering bee offering a great deal ?
“Alright, you sick fuck.” He screamed loudly and climbed into the limo. His earbud accidentally popped out and another tear fell down his cheek on to the pleather seating.
“Good choice, Mr. Saucey.” Barry said, patting his manly tiny shoulder. “Do you like honey covered wasabi peas?” He asked, holding out a long bag.
Vinny marveled at it, “I love honey wasabi peas.” The sinful man took a handful and shoved them in his garbage hole.
Barry nodded his big head, “Good, yes, good.” He said. “Now about your music. We think it has a lot of potential, and I’d like to have some of it in my new movie, ‘Dickspeed Megaman V.2’.”
Vinny looked up at the bee with newfound faith in shining lifeless black voids that some would call eyes. “R..Really?” He said with honey like confidence in his voice. The corrupt bee slowly looked at him and smiled.
“No.” The Bee screamed at him with clear madness in his voice. “I was fucking kidding you dumb sack of shit.”
The bee started grinning. His breath smelled like freshly cooked babies, covered in honey.
“...Oh,” Vinny said as there were once again tears in his corpselike eyes. “Then why am I here? With you? In this limousine?” And the bee slowly turned to look at him, as did Vinny. Berry then slowly leaned over so his bee mouth would be directly right next to Vinnie's deaf left ear.
“We are here to fuck bees.” Said Barry, whispering it into the man's ear, with his bee like mouth.
“Wow.” Vinny mumbled. “Just like the song said.” His eyes started to softly bleed.
“Bees like me.” Barry whispered. Vinny was amazed.
The limousine slowly drove off towards the Bee Building. It was kind of like a Trump building, but it was black and yellow with a large building that had a protracting pointed stinger-like stature on the top . Off towards the Bee Penthouse.