Why do people want to kill me? I don't do

Why do people want to kill me? I don't do any harm to others, well unless I feel threatened. I'm Buzzella and I'm a Bumble Bee.

But just like a Wasp, a Bee can come full circle and take revenge like a Wasp on those who threaten their calm demeanor. It is not very pleasant, but Buzzella has to do so if must.

Buzzella buzzed after the criminal who had dared disturb his hive. He readied his stinger and flew towards the evil degenerate. He'd die in delivering pain upon the monster, but it

didn't happen that way at all. As he dive bombed the monster an even larger being came and whisked it away to something it called church. Buzzella tried to follow but the metal box

was fast, faster than any creature Buzzella had encountered before. It gave an almighty roar, spitting out rotten air. Its eyes glowed red as it rumbled across the black earth.

The strange-footed beast thundered toward Buzzella, shinier than any creature she'd seen, with figures in its massive eye. Her heart choked as she was swept over it on a current of

sheer disbelief, and in spite of the beast's grotesqueness, Buzzella fell in love with it. She wanted to be the apple of its singular eye, the polisher of its shiny coat. It was

just like polishing the Bishop, Buzzella thought as she stroked the Beast. The Beast noticed but didn't have the time nor inclination to make the two backed beast with her. His cab

was late. “Damn, where is he?” the Beast said, and glanced at Buzzella. Perhaps this was a sign that he should give Buzzella a second chance. She loved him, and he did not care. So

he cancelled the welfare check. and called the minister instead. Buzzy baby, marry me and let's make our own happy ending.