I released the bees into the U.N. building.
All hell broke loose, as you’d well imagine. As I was entering the building, people were in a panic, running to and fro, screaming.
I entered as though I owned the place, calm, cool, collected, clad in a Tuxedo of Bees and a silver-rimmed monocle.
I walked into the chamber and, as the international ambassadors cowered before my army of bees, took my place at the Secretary General’s podium.
Looking out at the terrified faces, I couldn’t help smiling.
Some say cartoonish super-villainy is played out.
Not in my heart, it isn’t.