Why do I do what I do?

Why do I do what I do?

To exist or not, I ask the question, because I consider E-Prime better than English, the verb to be must not exist. I do what I do because it is fun, but someone told me so.

Was how the interior monologue program was endlessly looped in Optimus Prime's computer. Bumble Bee wanted to fix it, but first he needed to do his taxes so he loaded Turbotax onto

his right hand's servo controller. Although a ridiculous notion, Bumble Bee still considered taxes a left brain activity, forgetting of course that the servo had a glitch that made

cognitive thinking come out a little quirky. Bubble Bee stood quivering on one foot with his optical receptors jerking from side to side in time to the beat of his hydrolysis pump.

Unfortunately he confused it with his pregnant girlfriend's breast pump, and Bubble Bee was soon frothing insectoid lactic fluid by the droves. The whole hive was a cheesy mess.

After a while they sorted out the clots & made the most delicious honey cheese out of human milk. He fed it to the baby. It became round,grublike, buzzed & grew black & yellow hair

before sprouting wings and developing a unique sense for colourful flowers. His baby/bumble bee attempted its first flight by nervously flapping its wings and

defying all laws of physics.Poor baby/bumblebee. It was over almost as soon as it had started. I really had no choice. I am allergic to bees! Don't judge me, you...DON'T JUDGE ME!

Where to hide it? Where to hide the corpse? I buried the bee in the backyard and prayed for my soul. But late at night, I still hear the buzzing in my ears....buzzzzzzzzzzz