Part One Hundred Eighteen
"Eep! An Orc-Bee!" Buster said ignorantly.
"Attack!" attacked Turf.
"Wait! It may be friendly!" Because Buster
had met a lot of friendly bees and a lot of friendly orcs in his
lifetime. No, no, he didn't. But maybe he thought it was like two
negatives making a positive if they were multiplied by each other
then they would end up nice. But he wasn't any good at algebra
because he forgot how to walk too. "Maybe it just wants to
talk!" Everybody was being overwhelmed by the awful noise the
Bee-Orc was making.
Frantically swatting at it, Turf smacked it through
its Bucklest to hurt it a little bit. Buster decided he would try to
calm the angry Bee-Orc down because everybody knows that Bees and
Orcs are very rational creatures.
"Shhh, Mr. Orc-Bee. It's okay. We can all be
friends. We don't want to hurt you!" Buster really is gay,
isn't he? Unless that's an insult to gays. Then Buster is something
worse than gay. Buster then began strumming his ukulele and singing
a traditional folk song about his sister's bosoms. And he danced a
bit too. "I think we should try to reason with it, guys.
Obviously, it is scared and lonely. It probably just wants a
friend." Because Bees and Orcs are known to be solitary. In
Bizarro Buster World!
"The Bee-Orc then swooped down to attack
"But Mr. Orc-Bee! We're friends!" Buster
had lost many friends this way. It missed. "Maybe it just needs
a song." Buster sang. Again. But nobody could hear him because
of the noise the Bee-Orc was making. But this is what he sang: Oh,
Mr. Orc-Bee. I know you just want to be free. Trapped in a dingy
room (with a high ceiling). I can't imagine. Oh, what a feeling.
Dade shook his head in despair.
119. Violently Happy
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