“To learn more about the biochemistry of addiction, scientists in Australia dropped liquefied freebase cocaine on bees’ backs, so it entered the circulatory system and brain. The scientists found that bees react much like humans do: cocaine alters their judgment, stimulates their behavior and makes them exaggeratedly enthusiastic about things that might not otherwise excite them.”
You’re not on cocaine. Your doctor just told you you’ve got a high pollen count. Ha-ha. Just kidding. You love cocaine. But you did it for science, Your Honor!
Who knew pollen was such a gateway drug? You knew that sometimes the buzz has a sting, but this booger sugar is sweeter than any honey you’ve ever known.
You’d dance for food! Your drug dealer is your new queen … or perhaps you’re his queen, because you’re willing to do anything to get another hit.
You just want to dance! “Ain’t nuthin’ but a bee thing, baby! A loc’d-out drone goin’ craz-ay!”
It’s The Secret Lives Of Bees 2: Electric Boogaloo! Seinfeld’s going to have to do an R-rated sequel to Bee Movie now—maybe the bee could do blow with Renée Zelwegger, giving her another excuse to lose weight. A shame Sam Kinison’s dead—he could’ve done your voice in the movie. “I … want … less … honey and … more … coke!” Better yet, Sam and you could’ve done coke together on set—you could get high for two years just by resting your back inside one of his bloody nostrils after he’d inevitably pass out.
You are floating like a butterfly right now. Why are you so into electronica music all of a sudden? You used to say “Heck no!” to techno. It must be the cocaine. Which reminds you, you have to get more cocaine.
You don’t have a coke problem—you have a cocaine solution. But you’ll only do the liquefied stuff. Crack is wack! You’re no crack hornet.