"Tell me it again. This time with more detail."

"Tell me it again. This time with more detail." The beekeeper needed to know everything he could about the attack before he went to the meeting. If a piece of information was lost,

He would fill out a report, and everyone knows after that nothing ever happens. The bees were planning a revolt. They were stockpiling acorns, maple leaves & matches, even the squi

d for including bee-pheromone products that caused the bees to grow vicious and swarm unsuspecting keepers. This wasn't just a dispute, now... this was a war between the honey and

the agave. The natural sweeteners were launching massive offensives against each other packed away in bran muffins and phalanxes of hipster coffees.

Hipster coffee had a short shelf life, as patrons were quick to drink it before it got cool. The overturn in the phalanxes led to them being breached by Aspartame, whose craziness

was just a little too overt for the hipsters. Ignorning both the phalanxes & Aspartame, the hipsters sedately leaned against the walls with their cool hot coffee. Asparatame

deshita," one commented. "Mm, Toshiro desu." The hipsters were finally at home in the world, and yet permanent outsiders. Varieties of contretemps were no longer interesting, so

they dropped the geta tap dancing zombie peasants in the rice patties, Frankenronin battle in Osaka Castle, reducing the musical to its essence: A transvestite zombie Mme Butterfly

told Pinkerton to f-off -hooray- and ran off with Kate and the baby to live in Nagasaki happily ever after (until the bomb dropped, that is).