arriving on the scene i cast a quick eye over the situation. it looked dire, but refusing to give into panic i looked deep inside, took a deep breath, raised my war axe and with a furious bellow upon my lips, lead forth the masses into battle.
Lifting the lid proved perilous, but undaunted i pressed into action.
the bees remain calmed and chose to calmly submit, offering surrender easily.
i frown at their ease in morals at such an easy defeat.
they had a structured society, which i ruthlessly rehoused into my ideal labour force.