The Last Post Wins V7

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      Gandalof wrote:

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      According to all known laws
      of aviation,
      there is no way a bee
      should be able to fly.
      Its wings are too small to get
      its fat little body off the ground.
      The bee, of course, flies anyway
      because bees don't care
      what humans think is impossible.
      Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
      Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
      Ooh, black and yellow!
      Let's shake it up a little.
      Barry! Breakfast is ready!
      Hang on a second.
      - Barry?
      - Adam?
      - Oan you believe this is happening?
      - I can't. I'll pick you up.
      Looking sharp.
      Use the stairs. Your father
      paid good money for those.
      Sorry. I'm excited.
      Here's the graduate.
      We're very proud of you, son.
      A perfect report card, all B's.
      Very proud.
      Ma! I got a thing going here.
      - You got lint on your fuzz.
      - Ow! That's me!
      - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
      - Bye!
      Barry, I told you,
      stop flying in the house!
      - Hey, Adam.
      - Hey, Barry.
      - Is that fuzz gel?
      - A little. Special day, graduation.
      Never thought I'd make it.
      Three days grade school,
      three days high school.
      Those were awkward.
      Three days college. I'm glad I took
      a day and hitchhiked around the hive.
      You did come back different.
      - Hi, Barry.
      - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.
      - Hear about Frankie?
      - Yeah.
      - You going to the funeral?
      - No, I'm not going.
      Everybody knows,
      sting someone, you die.
      Don't waste it on a squirrel.
      Such a hothead.
      I guess he could have
      just gotten out of the way.
      I love this incorporating
      an amusement park into our day.
      That's why we don't need vacations.
      Boy, quite a bit of pomp...
      under the circumstances.
      - Well, Adam, today we are men.
      - We are!
      - Bee-men.
      - Amen!
      Students, faculty, distinguished bees,
      please welcome Dean Buzzwell.
      Welcome, New Hive Oity
      graduating class of...
      That concludes our ceremonies.
      And begins your career
      at Honex Industries!
      Will we pick ourjob today?
      I heard it's just orientation.
      Heads up! Here we go.
      Keep your hands and antennas
      inside the tram at all times.
      - Wonder what it'll be like?
      - A little scary.
      Welcome to Honex,
      a division of Honesco
      and a part of the Hexagon Group.
      This is it!
      We know that you, as a bee,
      have worked your whole life
      to get to the point where you
      can work for your whole life.
      Honey begins when our valiant Pollen
      Jocks bring the nectar to the hive.
      Our top-secret formula
      is automatically color-corrected,
      scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured
      into this soothing sweet syrup
      with its distinctive
      golden glow you know as...
      - That girl was hot.
      - She's my cousin!
      - She is?
      - Yes, we're all cousins.
      - Right. You're right.
      - At Honex, we constantly strive
      to improve every aspect
      of bee existence.
      These bees are stress-testing
      a new helmet technology.
      - What do you think he makes?
      - Not enough.
      Here we have our latest advancement,
      the Krelman.
      - What does that do?
      - Oatches that little strand of honey
      that hangs after you pour it.
      Saves us millions.
      Oan anyone work on the Krelman?
      Of course. Most bee jobs are
      small ones. But bees know
      that every small job,
      if it's done well, means a lot.
      But choose carefully
      because you'll stay in the job
      you pick for the rest of your life.
      The same job the rest of your life?
      I didn't know that.
      What's the difference?
      You'll be happy to know that bees,
      as a species, haven't had one day off
      in 27 million years.
      So you'll just work us to death?
      We'll sure try.
      Wow! That blew my mind!
      "What's the difference?"
      How can you say that?
      One job forever?
      That's an insane choice to have to make.
      I'm relieved. Now we only have
      to make one decision in life.
      But, Adam, how could they
      never have told us that?
      Why would you question anything?
      We're bees.
      We're the most perfectly
      functioning society on Earth.
      You ever think maybe things
      work a little too well here?
      Like what? Give me one example.
      I don't know. But you know
      what I'm talking about.
      Please clear the gate.
      Royal Nectar Force on approach.
      Wait a second. Oheck it out.
      - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!
      - Wow.
      I've never seen them this close.
      They know what it's like
      outside the hive.
      Yeah, but some don't come back.
      - Hey, Jocks!
      - Hi, Jocks!
      You guys did great!
      You're monsters!
      You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it!
      - I wonder where they were.
      - I don't know.
      Their day's not planned.
      Outside the hive, flying who knows
      where, doing who knows what.
      You can'tjust decide to be a Pollen
      Jock. You have to be bred for that.
      Look. That's more pollen
      than you and I will see in a lifetime.
      It's just a status symbol.
      Bees make too much of it.
      Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it
      and the ladies see you wearing it.
      Those ladies?
      Aren't they our cousins too?
      Distant. Distant.
      Look at these two.
      - Oouple of Hive Harrys.
      - Let's have fun with them.
      It must be dangerous
      being a Pollen Jock.
      Yeah. Once a bear pinned me
      against a mushroom!
      He had a paw on my throat,
      and with the other, he was slapping me!
      - Oh, my!
      - I never thought I'd knock him out.
      What were you doing during this?
      Trying to alert the authorities.
      I can autograph that.
      A little gusty out there today,
      wasn't it, comrades?
      Yeah. Gusty.
      We're hitting a sunflower patch
      six miles from here tomorrow.
      - Six miles, huh?
      - Barry!
      A puddle jump for us,
      but maybe you're not up for it.
      - Maybe I am.
      - You are not!
      We're going 0900 at J-Gate.
      What do you think, buzzy-boy?
      Are you bee enough?
      I might be. It all depends
      on what 0900 means.
      Hey, Honex!
      Dad, you surprised me.
      You decide what you're interested in?
      - Well, there's a lot of choices.
      - But you only get one.
      Do you ever get bored
      doing the same job every day?
      Son, let me tell you about stirring.
      You grab that stick, and you just
      move it around, and you stir it around.
      You get yourself into a rhythm.
      It's a beautiful thing.
      You know, Dad,
      the more I think about it,
      maybe the honey field
      just isn't right for me.
      You were thinking of what,
      making balloon animals?
      That's a bad job
      for a guy with a stinger.
      Janet, your son's not sure
      he wants to go into honey!
      - Barry, you are so funny sometimes.
      - I'm not trying to be funny.
      You're not funny! You're going
      into honey. Our son, the stirrer!
      - You're gonna be a stirrer?
      - No one's listening to me!
      Wait till you see the sticks I have.
      I could say anything right now.
      I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!
      Let's open some honey and celebrate!
      Maybe I'll pierce my thorax.
      Shave my antennae.
      Shack up with a grasshopper. Get
      a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!
      I'm so proud.
      - We're starting work today!
      - Today's the day.
      Oome on! All the good jobs
      will be gone.
      Yeah, right.
      Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring,
      stirrer, front desk, hair removal...
      - Is it still available?
      - Hang on. Two left!
      One of them's yours! Oongratulations!
      Step to the side.
      - What'd you get?
      - Picking crud out. Stellar!
      Oouple of newbies?
      Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!
      Make your choice.
      - You want to go first?
      - No, you go.
      Oh, my. What's available?
      Restroom attendant's open,
      not for the reason you think.
      - Any chance of getting the Krelman?
      - Sure, you're on.
      I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out.
      Wax monkey's always open.
      The Krelman opened up again.
      What happened?
      A bee died. Makes an opening. See?
      He's dead. Another dead one.
      Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.
      Dead from the neck up.
      Dead from the neck down. That's life!
      Oh, this is so hard!
      Heating, cooling,
      stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,
      humming, inspector number seven,
      lint coordinator, stripe supervisor,
      mite wrangler. Barry, what
      do you think I should... Barry?
      All right, we've got the sunflower patch
      in quadrant nine...
      What happened to you?
      Where are you?
      - I'm going out.
      - Out? Out where?
      - Out there.
      - Oh, no!
      I have to, before I go
      to work for the rest of my life.
      You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello?
      Another call coming in.
      If anyone's feeling brave,
      there's a Korean deli on 83rd
      that gets their roses today.

      I had to cut it because of 10k character limit. damn you!

      Can you at least reference or smthn? what is this?

      Naerys wrote:

      Blame Striker for everything.. i even blame you for the fact i´ll send another school essay very late.
      Striker, you are ruining my education!!!

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