I'm Lonely Join and ill be happy

An individual of the species ♥♥♥♥ sapiens told upon me that our planet was going to "roll me", because I do not belong to the devices we use to carry out a particular function which possess an edge that is able to pierce through objects with relative ease in this roofed structure we use to store objects. The individual in question, who is of the species ♥♥♥♥ sapiens and identifies as a female, was giving a slightly inarticulate and unintelligent impression with its index finger and thumb shaped like the twelfth letter of the alphabet placed on the individual in question's frontal cranium.

Our planet keeps rotating around our star, Sol, and doesn't seem to be stopping anytime soon. I am being particularly overwhelmed with the rules and I decided to escape by moving my legs in such a way as to move forward. It does not appear to be on the same wavelength not live for personal gratification that us, members of the ♥♥♥♥ sapiens species, desire. The organ belonging to you controlling most of your bodily functions appears to be getting more capable of gaining and applying new knowledge, however, the part of your body known as the "cranium" appears to be doing the opposite.

It appears that there is too much to do in life to just take the route that will get you, a member of the ♥♥♥♥ sapiens species, to the destination you achieve to be at, so the question is what is undesirable about taking a route that shows more of the environment you are currently residing in?

You, as a member of the ♥♥♥♥ sapiens species, cannot know if you are not at that particular point of reference.

You can, as a member of the ♥♥♥♥ sapiens species, never give out a very bright light, and in the process stand out as a talented and well-performing member of the ♥♥♥♥ sapiens species if you do not radiate steady light, and in the process convey pleasure through your being and expression.

Greetings member of the ♥♥♥♥ sapiens species, at this particular moment in our finite existence on the planet and in the universe, you belong to the group wholly consisting of outstanding performers or players, start playing or performing the activity you perform well at.

Greetings member of the ♥♥♥♥ sapiens species, at this particular moment in our finite existence on the planet and in the universe, you belong to the group wholly consisting of famous and succesful performers of the rock music genre, start your performance in front of a live audience and recieve supplies you, as a member of the ♥♥♥♥ sapiens species, need to buy food and drink to survive and eventually have offspring.

Of the many objects on our planet, only the material that posseses 79 electrons, that is used as a decoration to guarantee the value of currencies, shines with a bright, shimmering reflected light.

Nothing else except small, rapidly moving bodies of matter burning up on entering the the earth's atmosphere, symbolising particularly special individuals, can separate the hollow container used to give shape to molten or hot liquid material when it cools and hardens, symbolising society's expectations of each of its members, into pieces as a result of a shock, blow or strain.



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!
Ooming!
Hang on a second.
Hello?
- 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!
Hallelujah!
Students, faculty, distinguished bees,
please welcome Dean Buzzwell.
Welcome, New Hive Oity
graduating class of...
...9:15.
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!
Wow.
Wow.
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...
Honey!
- 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.
Right.
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.