A bee drill sergeant is inspecting a line of soldier bees on parade. Their parade ground looks suspiciously like the inside of a bee box. He bawls at them:

“We have a human raid incoming - are you prepared to die for your hive?”

“YES SIR.” from all of them except one, who looks a little uncomfortable.



In the time honoured tradition of drill sergeants worldwide, the sergeant gets right up in the face of the silent bee.

“Private Beazley! You’re not a fucking coward are you?”

“ No, sir. But they always leave us enough honey to live on, so… is it worth dying for?”



Textbox: Later

Beazley is drinking with a beetle friend in an interracial insect bar.

“So I got a night with the queen bee and all the nectar I could drink.”

“Really?!”

“Course not. The silly bugger tried to sting me and ripped his own arse out.”

Beazley looks supremely cheerful at this.



