#so yeah gate to be that guy but don't call a 15 years old boy a man.

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She was born Maria Antoina Josefa Johanna and was married off at the age of 14 to a man she'd never met in a country she wasn't from. Her marriage was arranged to secure an alliance between Austria and France. She had to give up all rights to her Austrian heritage including her name.

That's a slight misinfo, Louis xvi, her spouse, was 15 when they got married.

“Ngl I feel bad for Marie Antoinette being dragged like that centuries after her tragic death, when she wasn't even actually that much responsible for the people's suffering at that time. You may even say she was a victim of fake news & misogyny.” - Submitted by Anonymous

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"I promise the house isn't any further"

"That's what you said about the last one"

"Stop whining. It's all you ever do"

I rolled my eyes at my father, another house? I don't want to move, especially not out here.

"If this is the house you can keep on going to Saint Miranda's, it's only 15 minutes away from Miranbell."

"Yeah but this house seems to be in the middle of whoop whoop"

He rolled his eyes at me before turning the corner, and continuing down the road. The last house we looked at was in Rockhamper, it seemed nice except it was well- in Rockhamper. Rockhamper wouldn't be an issue if Mum and dad weren't racist, Damm assholes.

Pulling into the driveway of this so called 'amazing find' we stop before exiting the car. The land seems nice and surely the horses would enjoy the paddock however I have an eerie feeling, like my family isn't the only ones here.

"Y/n! Come over here and look at this!"

Dad called me over towards the large shed.

"Look at all the space, I could have a whole entire workshop here! Don't you think"

"Looks like it's infested with snakes"

"Don't be a let down Y/N."

I just glanced at him before turning to the house. "Is the house unlocked?"

"Yeah, go ahead but don't trash it. We don't want it to look like your room"

Again? With that joke? I'm starting to get sick of it, there's nothing in my room at the moment.

Walking towards the house, I have the great option of walking through one of three doors. Obviously choosing the closest one to save me time, I open the gate of the verandah and start my tour.

The house itself is your basic Queenslander house except it's not a two story. The lounge room is huge, it's even got a small fire place BESIDE where you would put the couches, it's a large space with an open floor plan. The kitchen looks... well, you can cook in it. A nice walk in pantry too.

Continuing down the hall I come across the first bedroom, it's spacious with three built in closets. Just by looking at it I can tell it's the master bedroom however the closets are missing two of their doors. This room in particular gives me creepy vibes, I feel like I have multiple eyes on me. I instantly leave the room to spare my sanity, the next bedroom is smaller. Exactly the same as the last one but it only has one built in closet. Across from it is the... I don't know what this room is meant to be but it has another room connected to it.

The rooms are a small hall with coat hangers and an empty room with a concrete floor and windows. Leaving the, whatever this is, I look at the last bedroom. Exactly like the small one but with carpet. How boring. The toilet room looks like a toilet room and the bathroom has mould growing all throughout it.

I hate it here already.

I hear the door open and slam close. Heavy foot steps are heard, looking down the hallway I see my father looking around.

"It has a lot of water damage, there is mould everywhere and there are doors missing" I inform the man.

"Well it's not perfect but it's cheap and it has land."

"This place gives me the creeps"

"The guy who sold the house said he sold it because his wife died so maybe it's her ghost"

"Great, the house is haunted"

He chuckled before going to look at the fireplace.  I left the house to go watch my brother, I don't get how dad can leave the nine-year-old unsupervised in an area that most definitely has deadly snakes. Ben, my brother is just aimlessly wondering the back yard. He isn't an outside kid but he seems to like it here.

He got a bit too close to the septic tank so I called him away from it.

"Ben! Don't go near that! You could fall in!"

He looked at me before backing away and coming towards me. Despite the seven year age difference he looked exactly like me but a boy. Especially with that awkward smile. "What do ya' think?" I questioned the young boy.

"I like it! We can lots of pets here"

"Can we? I never thought that could be an option"

I joked with the boy, dragging him to the house.

"Loki would love it here! Don't you think Y/N"

"I'm not too keen on letting him outside here, he might run away"

"Good point, we can't lose him even if he's stinky"

Chuckling at my brothers antics I gave him a tour of the house. We played the guessing who's room is who's game. Although time was cut short when we heard a call from the car. Gathering at the white Holden Trailblazer, father informed us that our mother was very impressed with the house and this one is definitely an option. Nodding along before getting in the front seat, placing in my earbuds and pretending not to listen as Dad takes reverses out.

The next day at school was... un- eventful to say the least. I woke up, got Ben ready, walked to school, started with math, went into lunch, reluctantly hung out with Yasmine and then continued with the rest of my day. It's been like this since the start of grade nine, life seems to be repeating itself.

Opening my phone once I got home, I decided to play my new addiction. A game called Dangerous Mates, you're the main character in a zombie apocalypse. Saved by a group of stereotypical and pretty boys you romance them. It's pretty hard to get a good ending but that's what makes it so good.

Spending a few hours or so playing that game I eventually decide that perhaps I should sleep, considering there's school tomorrow. After laying in bed for a few hours, kicking and turning, I come to the conclusion that I can't sleep. After pondering why I figure I'd do some background research on that creepy house.

Messaging mother for the address, I wait patiently. Eventually getting a response of 'go to bed' I decide to try the hard way. Going onto Google Earth ™️

And using my great skills to eventually find the house, I put the address into Google. Unfortunately nothing pops up, sighing in disappointment I lay back in bed and put asmr on.

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birthday!

a neatly-folded letter is placed under a bottle of vanilla extract.

pretty sure it's been there for more than a day. you have a feeling that you were late.

hello hi if you're reading this i'm probably going in pmd to become an eevee WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

if i'm not please return this where you found it thank you very much

anyway what the heck is this letter about.

i have a tradition that started on another site where i'd talk about what I've done for the year and my resolutions for the next.

it's a gaming site, sooooooooooooo not much fanfare is possible in those posts. only about the game and the community.

so i decided, since i'm using like 5 different sites now, why not make 3 recaps?

so yeah this is one of 3 you can find, honestly would rather you don't find any of the other ones but who knows :shrug:

this one's gonna go very in-depth about fandom stuff! well, as much as i can, anyway. i didn't do much this year.

ANYWAY! first 6 months had absolutely nothing. i was locked into irl stuff and honestly had no time to think about anything else. ended in complete failure btw.

so yeah life was miserable

and then vocaloid happen.

whoo boy, fun fact: i didn't understand why people liked music they can't understand the lyrics of. like I'm a lyrics kid, i need lyrics to sing them songs, how can you enjoy a song without singing it

yeah turns out you can and WHOOOOOO what a turnaround now i'm rolling all around for a trillion years and a night while getting mesmerized and ok i'll stop

vocaloid would later bring me to other Japanese songs which i also love (yorushika anyone? pls recommend some more too)

anyway then ES happened and yup i can dream again that's great

yeah 2 years of depression and half a year of failure really takes a toll out of you, but then ES and PMD came from heaven and rescued me from the grasping hands of hell (no depictions available)

the fandom (and pokemon as a whole) probably brought me back to life in many ways i thought only techno's vids could do sooooooooooo yeah i love 'em

got an eevee plush recently actually can anyone recommend me a small pouch to go with so eve can be an explorer

oh and also ssrpg but that's honestly old news and you guys probably don't know 'em too so we'll just pass that

and splatoon, and doraemon (you didn't expect that did you), inside out had a page for a while, i was joining a dozen fandoms lmao

anyway so big problem. i can dream again. i have like, a full a4 page of fic ideas, in 11px times new roman. i can't write any of 'em.

no, i'm not saying that like i can't can't, it's more like i put myself down to write and 10 million things happen in my brain and now i'm playing the same boring games and can't write for naught

truly a curse (i'd call it adhd but i cannot get to a therapist so yeah that ain't happening)

the plan is for eve to be my hyperfixation so i can focus better? i mean i hope it works

anyway resolution!!!

i mean when it coms to fandoms my only resolution is to write more fics. i'ma be honest it's only that. you really shouldn't expect much more.

actually you can expect much more i'll try to pick up drawing at some point if i have time

so yeah that's the end of this random rambling, honestly i wanted to write more but the page's ending and so is my time, the gate to pmd's closing in like 15 minutes eek

sayonara (i'll be back with a fic i swear)

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there's something on the back of the page. "why did you expect me to use the back of a page. i am disappointed in you."

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Fatal | Mobster!Tom x OC!

Summary: Violet Thorne and Tom Holland are both on opposing sides in the midst of a mob war. What happens when fatal collides with dangerous?

t w o

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"Dad, I don't know what you want me to do here!" Violet sighed loudly throwing her hands in the air. Her father watching her pace back and forth infront of his desk.

"My love, I don't understand why you insist on me giving my seat to your brother. You are my first born thus, it's yours," he explained in a hushed tone.

"I want out of this dad! I've been trying to get out of this! And I can't do that i-if you keep dragging me back in!" Violet didn't understand how her father couldn't comprehend what she's been trying to say for the past hour.

The skin on her arm felt raw. Her nails dragged across it continuously since the topic was brought up.

"Then explain to me why, Violeta!" He stood slamming his hands on the dark oak desk.

Violet knew he had a rule about speaking to his children calmly, reserving his assertive voice for their enemies and prisoners.

He was always a gentle man around her and her brothers, some would say you wouldn't be able to tell he ran a mob while he was around his children. This circumstance was a rarity in her family.

So she stood and let the silence envelope the room.

"Exactly my point. You have no reason for wanting to be out of the business. Not a valid one anyway."

When in fact she did.

Her whole life Violet watched her brothers grow up like soldiers. As soon as they could walk, a gun was placed into their hands and the boys were taught how to shoot.

She didn't want a family like that. She's terrified to have a family like that.

"This could all be yours, my love. This...this empire was built on first borns, you are to continue it on. I'm growing old, Violeta. I need you to take my place. Especially when we're in the midst of a war."

"A war?"

"The Hollands have been crossing multiple mob boundaries in the past months. They're making alliances with the Diaz mob and broke their truce with the Rizzos. They're expanding. I can't do this on my own, Violeta."

"Pappa but you're not on your own..theres five other boys in the house waiting to take your spot. Leo has a knack for this, Dad. Use him!"

He chuckled lowly, "We both know you'd give Leonardo a run for his money."

"That's not my point. What I am saying is tha-" Violet was cut off by Luca, the youngest of the six, as he swung the wooden doors open doors open.

"We found the mole," was all he said before turning around and leaving.

"Mole? What mole?" Violet walked with her father out of his office, confusion written all over her face.

"Some of our info was leaked and other mobs got ahold of our shipments, drug and weapon outlets, even some safe houses." She could feel her father getting angrier as she reached the basement of their mansion.

"What?!"

Angelo, the third oldest joined them, "We found a usb full of our shipment dates and outposts. It was a cook, says the Hollands sent him."

Of course it was

She watched her father take out knives and guns as he headed for the lowest floor. The mere smell of that place made her stomach churn.

"You coming?" Angelo stopped midstep and turned to her.

"Yeah I'm just gonna save myself the trouble and head out for the day," Violet backed away from the flight of stairs.

"Hey Vi..just so you know, you're gonna have to suck it up one day, this job has no place for personal morals," Angelo turned around and decended the stairs, leaving Violet chewing at her lip.

What if he was right?

What if she really just needed to suck it up?

What if this was meant for her?

What if

What if

What if

Wh-

"Earth to Violet!" Leo waved a hand infront of her face.

The raven haired girl was dragged out of her own throughts.

"Tom wants to talk to you." Leo whispered, afraid that their father someone would hear.

Violet's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "Tom? Tom Holland?"

"Yes Tom Holland! Who else!" Her brother sighed in annoyance, "He sent a letter this morning, good thing I got to it before Dad."

A light blue envelope was placed in her hand.

"A letter? Guy doesn't own a phone?" she scoffed, eyes skimming through the writing, the letters were smooth and neat, contrasting the many wrinkles on the paper.

"He's traditional I guess. Whatever. It just says he wants to meet with you to discuss some things blah blah blah...some thing about weapons yadda yadda.." Leo talked animatedly. His hands always waving around as he spoke.

"Why not Dad? I'm not in charge."

"Dad has it out for him, he's paranoid these days. Thinks everyone's out to get him."

"And what if it's a trap?"

"I'll have men tail you for protection, but other than that I think this is you know...good."

"Good? Good how?"

"Look, I don't wanna see this war that Pappa's been talking about happen. People will die. If theres a way to stop it, I think only you can pull it off."

"As much as I'm flattered, there's no point in me talking to him. I'm not taking Dad's place."

Leo rolled his eyes at his stubborn sister.

"No one said anything about that! Just go talk to him and see what he wants!"

"Fine."

"Yes!"

"But-"

"Oh no."

"You have to handle that southwest gang of criminals scamming our casinos."

"Ugh."

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"Have they replied?" Tom asked as Harrison walked into the room.

"She's on her way now, actually. Eager girl," Harrison chuckled. "What do you want with her anyway?"

"Nothing harmful. Just trying to see if she could hold her own." Tom smirked as the burn of scotch travelled down his throat.

Violet rolled up to the front of the Holland mansion, a bit bigger than the Thorne's but then again, who's keeping track these days? Right?

Sam Holland walked to the car and opened the door for Violet. "Miss Thorne."

Violet took his hand and bent to look back at her driver in the car.

"When should I pick you up ma'am?"

"I'll call for you, Artie. Thank you." she smiled gratefully and followed the twin into the house.

"Bring a weapon with you, Thorne?" Harrison called from the top of the foyer.

"You think I'm gonna go into enemy territory without one?" she retorted. "Whoa! Kid! What're you doing!"

"Can't take any chances." Sam began to pat her down staring from her waist.

"Think we're gonna roll and show our bellies just cos you're a woman?" Harrison chuckled.

"I was counting on it.." she pouted as Sam seized her gun.

"Now there's no need for that ,Sammy." All of a sudden Tom appeared next to Harrison and started decending the stairs. "Don't you know how to treat a lady?" He grinned at her, "Let her keep the gun."

"Tom-"

"Let her keep the gun." Venom dripped from Tom's voice as he spoke slowly, "After all, this is just a casual talk right?" His eyes moved to hers, an ominous meaning behind his words unsettled her but stayed holding his gaze.

"Sure is." she took her gun back and slipped it on the band on her jeans as Tom looked behind her and whispered, "Then tell your men to turn around and go home."

Violet's heart dropped to her stomach and turned, the men Leo had sent with her we're parked outside the gates of the mansion, headlights turned off and obvious guns in hand. She sighed and called her brother.

"Yeah?"

"Tell them to go home." she said simply into the phone as Tom smirked at her.

"Vi, you can't be serious."

"Just do it."

She hung up the phone and threw a taunting smile at the boys before her.

"Follow me." Tom led Violet up the stairs and into what she assumed was his office. Much like her father's, the office was very manly and dark.

Taking a seat infront of his desk she asked, "Why am I here, Holland?"

"I want a cut of your drug profits." Tom said simply.

"And what do I get in return?" Violet leans forward to place her forearms on the desk.

"Safe travels. I know that for years your family has been funneling your weapons through my side of the city to get to them across the Atlantic. And for years my guys have been giving you trouble," Violet nods, pouring herself her own cup of scotch, "All I'm asking for is say..20% of your drug profits and I let your guys through with no hassle."

Violet finally breaks eye contact with Tom and doubles over in laughter, catching the mob boss off guard.

"20%?! Ha! You're delusional." She scoffs at him.

He stared at her with a look of both amusement and annoyance.

"Mr. Holland," Violet recollected herself as she sat with poise, sharp eyes looking at the man before her, "did you know that my family runs America's biggest underground drug cartel? We have 8 different bases across the country, and 2 abroad. Bringing in approximately twenty-million dollars a year each. You're asking me to cut 20% of my 200 million a year to..what," she did the math quickly in her head as Tom gaped at her in disbelief, "$160,000,000 for safe travels, as you put it, for one of our outposts?You've gone insane. Your men aren't anything mine can't handle. Now if you'll excuse me."

Tom ran his calloused hands up and down his face in exhaustion. Man she was a hassle.

"Wait."

Violet sat back down and looked at him in boredom.

"15%"

"Eight."

"Thirteen."

"Six."

"Fifteen."

"Six."

"Twelve."

"Three."

Tom cussed outloud and leaned back in his chair. "8% and I'll tell you what the Rizzo's down south are planning."

"Why would I care about some shithole mob?" Violet scoffed at his poor attempt to negotiate.

"They're trying to kill you."

Tom saw that what he said piqued the stubborn girls interest.

"Fine. 16 million a year. Now, tell me more."

Tom inwardly smirked at this, "They think that killing you would kill your empire. They know Robert would never give his seat to anyone else. And they also know you're refusing to take it. If you're gone..all they have to do is wait for your dad to die and your mob along with it."

The room was filled with silence as a million thoughts ran through Violet's mind.

"Huh," she chuckled.

She's laughing? Why would she be laughing at the fact someone's trying to kill her? Tom thought to himself.

"Guess that's just another thing on my list," she got up and slid her coat on, "enjoy your sixteen million, Holland."

"Pleasure doing business with you, Violet." The pair shook hands before Violet said, "Buy your share under a different name, my dad would never sell to a Holland."

"Will do," Tom walked her to the front door, "And for the record..I wouldn't mind you being the business, Violet. You'd be a worthy opponent." Tom complimented her genuinely.

Violet only looked back at him, winking she said, "You bet your sweet ass I'd be."

Tom chuckled as the click of her heels faded and Harrison was at his side.

"So...?"

"Ferocious that one.. smart too." Tom had a sly smile decorating his face.

"But I've got her right where I want her."

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Chapter 2

Ark x rdr2 cross over fanfic

(Just pretend the yuty the giant white chicken and spino isn't there)

John pov

Once the gates opened up to the base, it was huge, with some houses of different sizes on the left and a stable on the right as we came in and some other buildings in the distance and two other gate on the other two openings "nice place you have caitie" i said with wonder looking around as we came by some other odd creatures "that blue lizard with the light blue feathers there is a raptor named well blue, the four legged cream coloured one there is an iguanodon name bessy shes a sweetheart, you already know about silver and rose" caitie said patting rose on the neck "I'll introduce you to the horses in a moment, we need to get you two some clothes before nightfall" caitie pointed out and halted the rose and climed off with arthur following and i did the same and she gestures us to follow "that wooden building with the fences is the sheep pen, the glass building is the greenhouse; its were we grow our food and crops and lastly this stone builing is the forge, this is were your clothes will be" caitie mentioned and we followed her inside to see a big room full of technology I've never witness before and i saw two men working "these two here are Derek and sam, derek is from the year 1515 and sam is from 2009, you guys these two here are Arthur morgan and john marston who are friends of mine" caitie said pointing to us and derek a heavily bearded ginger haired man waved excitedly at us and sam a short brown haired man only gave a nod.

Caitie rummage through the crait until she pulled out two hide looking clothing "this is hide armor, you will need this for now until we get chatlin armor" she said as me and arthur took the armor and went in to a room. We got changed and i looked over at Arthur "still hard to believe were we are, these... what are they called 'dinos' running about and finding out that jack isn't a 15 year old but a 19 year old boy and i need to know if Abigail is here on this place, just want to believe this is some massed up dream" i said and Arthur patted my shoulder "i know, its just going to take time getting used to this place, especially after hearing about jack being older that you or i remeber, but if you don't freak out it will all be good" arthur ressured me.

we walked out of the building together as caitie was waiting there for us "took you guys long enough, come on the others are waiting in the cafeteria" caitie mentioned and gestures us to follow, "while you are here I'll teach you how to ride these creatures starting easyest to the larger creatures, so you can get use to them" caitie said "we already know how to ride" Arthur said and caitie turned towards us "yeah, but do you know how to ride a raptor, do you know how to ride a rex, do you know how to ride a flyer mount such as a argent which is a giant ass vulture?" Caitie said and continued walking towards the cafeteria which was one of the bigger buildings amongst the houses and we walked in "am i drunk or are my eyes not workin', because I'm see two men back from the dead" i heard an overly excited irish accent and saw sean sitting with Pearson as they got up to great us "good to see you two again" Pearson said patting arthurs shoulder "I'll be back in a minute" caitie said as we sat down with Pearson and sean "so, what was the last thing you two remember?" I asked "well, the last thing i remeber was being in rhodes until i blacked out, thought i got kidnapped but Pearson filled me in on what really happened, can't imagine getting shot in the head like that, though it is the only thing that would shut me up" sean said chuckling as Pearson straightened up "well that last that i remeber, it had been at least seven years after the gang split and we went our separate ways and i worked in a shop in rhodes, i was at home, then i fell asleep and then i woke up here, had the same reaction as sean for a while before caitie found me screaming and running from raptors" Pearson said, we all talked catching up and me and arthur telling them storys about life and they laught when i mentioned i became a rancher but stopped once caitie cleared her throat "john, heres jack" she said as a man came up besides her "hey, father...its nice to see you again".

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Thats it untill the next chapter, thank you for reading also sorry that this is short but i heard about the tumblr staff flipped off fan fic writers by doing a 100 paragraph thing

[oh-beyond]

Healer AU - Part 1

A spin off from Baekhyun's fic ‘Saviour’

Doesn’t Chen in this picture lowkey look like Park Hyungsik?

Jongdae’s emotional and professional life hasn’t gone too well lately. He was dealing with depression and a potential career loss. Not even his closest friend Minseok knew about the stress Jongdae was under, being busy with his new love conquer. 

Jongdae met Eunbyeol... but she was simply not for him.

Business AU/Fluff/Angst/Maybe more... I’ll see how it goes...

Warning: Mentions of abuse and mental illness. 

A/N: So this part just presenting the side story, nothing will happen much, just so you get the idea of who this girl is, and why she will be influential in Chen’s life.

Chen x Eunbyeol OC

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 Saviour < Part 12 - Part 13 >

Part 2 >

Summary: Eunbyeol was Saehyo’s school friend, she needed a job and she took your place at the cafe. She wasn’t impressed with Saehyo’s relationship with the big boss Kim Minseok. In fact, she wasn’t impressed with any of the share holders. Not even their most regular customer. Kim Jongdae… 

“I just don’t understand how you trust Minseok-ssi this much. Don’t give your all that fast Saehyo. it’s my humble opinion”

“Why are you so bitter? He’s done nothing to make me doubt him”

“I might sound too blunt, but why would a guy like Kim Minseok AKA filthy rich, gorgeous, healthy and young, date Lee Saehyo, the 19 year old university student, middle class, that works in his cafe?”

“I swear if you weren’t my friend...”

“I swear if I didn’t need the job...”

“Eunbyeol~~~ seriously, he is so sweet”

“Yeah... sweet was the word that I was missing in my description of Kim Minseok” added Eunbyeol smirking at her friend.

“Don’t be sarcastic!”

“Fuckboys. All of them. I can smell it from far away”

“Even Jongdae-ssi? Look at him he looks so kind”

“Yeah... just another high elite fuckboy. By the look of him... hmmm I’d say he doesn’t even get satisfied with any regular girl”

“How is so?” asked Saehyo naively and suddenly interested despite Eunbyeol’s lack of experience she tended to know people just by looking at them.

“He has that face, he looks like a spoiled little boy. Most probably likes older women. Yeah I see it”

At that moment Jongdae lifted his head from the documents he was reading, he caught Eunbyeol and Saehyo looking at him, making both girls wince in surprise. He found it weird.

“He saw us”

“Fuck! Now he’s gonna think that we like him or something”

“As if. Everyone knows Minseok owns your ass”

“Then you are fucked Eunbyeol”

Eunbyeol and Saehyo kept whispering at each other as they crouched in the floor.

“Hello?” said a voice at the counter.

Eunbyeol and Saehyo had to raise themselves meeting with Jongdae at the other side of the counter.

“Yes Jongdae-ssi!” said Saehyo casually washing away her embarrassment.

“I need another green tea please”

“Right away”

Jongdae went back to his table gazing Eunbyeol, mysteriously she found it amusing. 

Unreadable. 

Endaring.

Eunbyeol took the tea and some napkins, she cleared her throat placing the cup on Jongdae’s table. He didn’t lift his head and kept reading his documents.

“Wait!” he exclaimed before Eunbyeol went back.

“Yes?”

“Where is the sugar?”

“But Jongdae-ssi, this is your every day regular and you never have sugar with the tea”

“That’s my problem. What if I feel like having sugar with my tea today?”

“Sure Jongdae-ssi” said Eunbyeol bowing in apologetic manner going back to get him 2 sachets of sugar.

“You brought 2. I want 3″ he confirmed sharply.

“Sure Jongdae-ssi” said Eunbyeol getting a third one.

“It’s white sugar, I like brown sugar. Shouldn’t you ask to begin with?”

“My bad Jongdae-ssi” at this point Eunbyeol was ready to punch his face.

Nonetheless she came back with 3 sachets of brown sugar like he asked “anything else Jongdae-ssi?”

“Mmm, yes. I’d appreciate if you don’t look at me while I’m here. It’s not professional. You don't want me to complaint to Minseok-ssi about your poor customer service skills”

Eunbyeol bowed and apologised going back behind the counter.

“How did it go?”

“I want to kill him Saehyo, Kim Jongdae and I are not going to get along. Ever”

Meanwhile Jongdae tried questioning his own behaviour.

Fascinating.

Unexplainable.

Eunbyeol was just worried about her friend, even though she hated to admit that Minseok was being a gentleman with her, everyday that passed it showed he loved Saehyo. He took her home every night, and wasn’t afraid of PDA in the office, everybody knew Saehyo was the biggest share holder’s girlfriend, the one and only Kim Minseok. She was treated by all the employees already with the respect she deserved, also was the envy of every girl that worked there.

Eunbyeol was just the type to be afraid of men in general, being rich and powerful added to her fear.

She didn’t believe in love. She didn’t believe in men. 

In none of them. Even the angelical looking Kim Jongdae. Even if he was the owner of the most eye pleasing lips she’s ever had the pleasure to see. Even when he smiled and made the world seem a better place.

He was just another man. Another obstacle. Another worry.

And a fuckboy.

She hated to admit to herself that she looked at him throughout the day. He almost never sat in his office again, he just stayed there studying some kind of documents looking worried. From time to time he smiled when the other share holders sat with him or when he answered his phone.

Or when he made brief accidental eye contact with her.

She didn’t understand why she was paying close attention to him, he was just another man. Another filthy arrogant rich mama’s boy that had zero responsibilities.

Arrogant bastard that all of a sudden wants sugar with his green tea. Three brown sugar sachets to be precise.

It was when ___ was with him that he’d be more cheerful. They seemed like friends apart from from anything. ___ was very nice and approachable, she also had the power to tame their most regular customer that was determined to not move from the cafe all day long.

“Good morning girls! How are you doing here? Man, I do miss the smell of fresh ground coffee”

“Good morning unni, I miss you” said Saehyo “will you get the regular?”

“Actually today I will be with Jongdae-ssi for just a few minutes, then I’m spending the day with you”

“Thanks unni!” exclaimed Saehyo all excited to finally learn from ___ the art of fine coffee. Minseok was going to be really happy about that.

“You mind taking my coffee to Jongdae-ssi’s table Eunbyeol? I will be right there”

Eunbyeol nodded taking ___’s coffee, Jongdae was as usual consumed in his paper work. She cleared her throat trying to say good morning, but Jongdae took his phone to make a phone call.

How rude.

But why would she care? Better, the less treatment the better.

As she placed the cup on the table, she noticed some sugar spilled around the documents, she moved the folder away and cleaned around to make the table presentable.

A business card fell on the floor. She bent down and went under the table to reach it.

Dr. Ah Seowon

No, it couldn’t be... Dr. Ah Seowon... Eunbyeol’s phycologist was called Ah Seowon. She didn’t think when she took the card in hand turning it around to read that it was indeed an appointment card.

Patient Kim Jongdae, Thursday 25th of October @ 4:30 pm.

Her hands started to shake, she got up from the floor with the card in hand meeting Jongdae’s eyes centimetres away from hers.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing?”

“I-ah I just- it fell”

Jongdae snatched the card out of her hands, pushing her slightly in the process, his eyes filled with anger, his teeth clenched visible enough for her to notice, making her tremble.

He looked menacing and scary. Just like every man... they were all the same the minute you did something they didn’t like.

They were all monsters.

“How dare you little rat look in my things? You can kiss you job goodbye!”

His voice audible to the other employees that were seated at the cafe. ___ and Saehyo were surprised to see Jongdae’s aggressive reaction for a simple card.

“Unni, please help Eunbyeol”

___ run towards Jongdae “it’s alright Jongdae-ssi, she didn’t mean it, we saw her, she was just cleaning and the card fell”

“I want to cancel today’s meeting, I will call you later ___”

Jongdae gathered his papers and all the documents that were spread in the table, glaring at Eunbyeol one last time before taking his leave.

He felt exposed, and by who? That girl... the coffee girl, that insignificant insect.

That girl he wanted to see every morning, he’s never wanted to see any girl in any way other than naked in his bed... but Eunbyeol was different. He wanted to see her in every way, everyday... every minute.

Why?

Maybe because she didn’t fall for him, she didn’t try and seduce him like half of the employees. She didn’t care that he was rich. She had zero makeup on her, she was natural, she was simple, she was real.

She was just simply... different.

She attracted him. In a new way. 

Jongdae felt good when he watched her work away, clean around him, serve drinks and cakes. He watched her from the corner of his eye. He watched how she took off her apron in her breaks. How sad he felt. Instantly feeling happy again when she was back after 15 minutes and 2 seconds. 

Two seconds late...

Yes he did use the stopwatch sometimes to calculate how long would take her to be back. He sometimes waited for her at the elevator gate, pretending to be waiting for it to get down, just so he could meet her eyes briefly as she bowed at him. Maybe even brush his arm with hers.

And now he felt tiny and exposed.

He hated the feeling. What was this feeling? Was it something like what ___ felt for Baekhyun?

It was killing him not being able to put his finger on why he wanted to have Eunbyeol close. Just that. Have her close, next to him. 

He wanted to hear her laugh, he wondered how it would sound. The idea in his head made him instantly draw a smile on his face, despite how deep in shit he was, he imagined it in his ear, and the thought made him happy. 

And now he could kiss that thought goodbye because he just sacred her to death.

“Just fire her hyung” whined Jongdae.

“I am not firing my girl’s best friend. Besides you still didn’t tell me what she saw that made you this angry. Saehyo said it was a card. What was it? A picture of Kai’s mom naked?”

“Hyung~~~”

“Man, I don’t get it. Why are you acting so... not yourself? Tell me what’s up? Did you fuck her already? Is that it? Don’t fucking touch Eunbyeol dude, Saehyo is so protective of her! I don’t want to upset her after she took me back”

“Hyung! I did not lay a finger on her- you know what? Forget it”

Minseok knew his dear friend too well... this wasn’t his normal self.

He knew something was up. 

But what?

“I don’t want to go to work again, I’ll figure out something”

“Eunbyeol don’t be so petty, you know businessmen, the secrecy and all that” said Saehyo patting on her back.

“I can’t face him again”

“What did you see that he was that upset?”

“Nothing, leave me alone now Saehyo, I don’t want to talk about it” said Eunbyeol taking her bag “I’m going home. See you tomorrow”

“We can take you” said Saehyo trying to sound casual.

“Yeah, as if you could. You know what will happen to me if at home they see someone is driving me. A male presence, even if it’s your boyfriend”

“How can you still be in that house Eunbyeol? When are you going to stand up for you-”

“Shut up Saehyo! Not everyone is as lucky as you. I told you a 1000 times, don’t intrude!” Eunbyeol’s voice got louder.

It was true. Eunbyeol envied Saehyo. The freedom... getting together with the guy she liked. She envied having something like that.

Minseok was just about to enter the cafe to take Saehyo home when he met Eunbyeol, tears already forming in her eyes. She simply bowed and sprinted her way to the elevator to leave.

“Hey baby! What’s with your friend? Is it because of what happened with Jongdae today?”

“It’s complicated oppa”

Eunbyeol lived with her stepfather, stepbrother and her mother. Her weak mother. The same mother that never stood up for her when her husband decided to control their lives. He wasn’t abusive as per say, in the contrary he was loving and took good care of Eunbyeol when she was younger. He simply was controlling and very conservative to a point of madness.

Eunbyeol wasn’t as lucky as Saehyo for sure, she didn’t have the privilege to go to college, not even go to a normal school. She was homeschooled since age 12, luckily she met Saehyo in primary school and they remained friends till this day.

However she wasn’t allowed to talk to her as much as she wanted, or to anyone for that matter, she wasn’t allowed to look pretty, she wasn’t allowed to do anything that normal girls did her age. She lived in a prison.

It was in her 17th birthday when her stepfather suggested to get engaged to his son Bumyong, he was 23 at the time, claiming that it was inappropriate to live under the same roof not really being blood-related, without defining their relationship. And that was her birthday present. Bumyong. She now was engaged. Falling in the same destiny as her mother’s.

One day she escaped from home, but who was she fooling? She knew she had to go back otherwise how would she survive? Where would she go? With no money, no education. She couldn’t even go to the police, she had no pretext, no one abused her, no one treated her bad, and being homeschooled wasn’t a crime. She went back. Bumyong broke her heart when he opened the door, he kissed her and assured her he would try to be a better person for her, he would go to the moon and back to make her happy. 

But nothing ever made her happy, she felt empty.

Her only happy moment was walking to the park after the children went home. She loved the swing, it made her feel free, the couple of minutes she had to herself before she could feel Bumyong talking to her from behind, asking if he could join her, he didn’t understand that she needed space, to think, to maybe try and love him back.

Eunbyeol couldn’t really hate Bumyong either, he was loving, caring, but it wasn’t her choice, she never loved him, and now after 2 years there was still no love towards him, just affection. Like a brother she grew up with.

He didn’t understand that sometimes he felt like her prison guard, the man she shared bed with. She was too young to realise that it was wrong, she never wanted him, but his pleading eyes made her give in, consumed in the idea that one day she would love him.

But she never did.

From there Eunbyeol learned that men were nothing but a headache, unnecessary creatures that you need to live with.

Monsters if you made them upset.

Like Bumyong when she talked to the cashier more than he necessary, or if he knew that she sat next to a guy in the bus.

Bumyong was controlling and Eunbyeol couldn’t take it no more. 

She was accompanied by Bumyong as per usual to by clothes for her interview. He didn’t want her to work but she threw the biggest tantrum denying him to touch her until he agreed. His father questioned his son’s authority, his manliness even, allowing Eunbyeol to work was an atrocity in his eyes. But Bumyong loved her. He agreed under certain conditions. Never to speak to any guy more than taking orders.

"I’m just going to pee real quick” said Bumyong “mmm, come with me and wait for me at the door”

“Oppa... at the door? Really? You know how many men get in and out all the time?”

“Alright... go back to the car”

“But it’s far, why can’t you just go pee? I’ll be standing right here, nothing will happen”

Bumyong looked right and left, he panicked when he realised how crowded the street really was. Full of shoppers and clothing stores. His heart thumped fast with the idea of anyone looking at Eunbyeol, but he had no other choice but to agree.

“Stay here. Don’t move. Don’t talk to anyone. People are bad”

“Yes oppa they are, go now” said Eunbyeol patting on his back.

He finally went to the public toilet almost running. Eunbyeol shook her head in disbelief, sometimes praising her patience.

She looked around and her eyes landed on a bright sign above a cosmetics store.

Dr. Ah Seowon.

Psychologist. 

She took her phone and typed the number before Bumyong came back. She didn’t know why she wanted to share her situation with someone else. 

She felt ready.

“Who were you going to call?” she heard Bumyong ask, luckily after saving the number.

“Ah I wanted to call you. What took you so long?”

This was just a couple days ago, so Dr. Seowon was just starting to get to know Eunbyeol, to get her out of her shell was not an easy task. She praised her however in taking the initiative in calling her, building a very interesting patience/doctor relationship. Almost like friends, also trying to convince her, to gather her strength and finally meet in person for a proper visit. But it was almost impossible with Bumyong in her back all the time. 

Dr. Seowon wanted Eunbyeol to free herself... 

Dr. Seowon... Kim Jongdae’s phycologist.

******

“We are short in milk Eunbyeol, please”

“Why me Saehyo? You go”

“I can’t. Minseok oppa asked me to stay, he needs me”

“Oh sure, he wants to get laid in his office”

“You are mean”

“I’m not going, I can’t carry 10 gallons of milk alone”

“Oh Jongdae-ssi, can I ask you a favour?” said Saehyo as Jongdae approached the counter.

“Sure, anything for my little sister” he replied smiling, avoiding looking at Eunbyeol.

“Can you help Eunbyeol? She needs a strong hand”

Jongdae looked at Eunbyeol puzzled.

“Can you go to the convenience store with her? I’m short in milk, and it’s heavy”

Jongdae nodded, exhaling in defeat “sure” he said almost whispering.

“Come on, go go” said Saehyo pushing Eunbyeol from behind the counter.

Eunbyeol removed her apron and took off her cap, letting her hair down taking Jongdae by surprise. He wasn’t supposed to feel what he just felt.

He wanted to touch her soft looking hair...

But why? Many girls had soft looking hair, he never cared about hair as long as he got in their pants. This wasn’t it... he wanted to run his fingers through her hair right there not caring about anyone.

He walked behind her, he felt his body heat raising. He didn’t even understand why he felt so flustered next to her.

They took the elevator, both trying to push the the button to the ground floor, both forefingers meeting in the way, touching...

Eunbyeol’s cheeks felt hot, she looked elsewhere as she heard Jongdae apologise for touching her finger. It was cute.

Why was he acting like that now? It wasn’t helping when her cheeks felt like burning, probably noticeable by now.

There was a convenience store right across the street. They crossed the street in silence and entered the store in silence.

She took a 5 gallons of milk bottle giving Jongdae a second one, again she brushed her fingers with his in the process. That moment she looked at him and that is when she couldn’t ignore the smile he gave her, making his naturally curled upwards lips accentuate to perfection.

How beautiful was this man?

When she involuntary returned the smile, he cleared his throat heading to the cashier to pay, leaving her in awe. 

Jongdae insisted in paying for the milk, going back to the office. Leading her this time.

It was her turn to appreciate him as he walked in front of her. Her eyes stopping at his perfectly filled pants at the back. She found it in herself... the need to keep looking, didn’t feel guilty. She didn’t feel she was doing anything wrong. 

She liked it.

It felt nice, the short walk made her forget all her sorrows momentarily.

As they headed back, and before stepping out of the elevator to their floor he stopped her “leave the milk at the cafe and go to my office”

“Ha?”

“Follow me to my office for a minute” he repeated.

Jongade left the bottle at the counter heading to his office, Eunbyeol followed doing the same.

“Saehyo, can you give me a break now? I need to do something”

“Sure girl go ahead”

You knocked the door to Jongdae’s office, he took you by surprise when he opened the door, he was just behind the door, you almost felt his body warmth, his breath.

“Yes Jongdae-ssi”

“About yesterday. I was nice enough not have you fired. Nonetheless I was rude. I apologise”

“It’s my fault, I shouldn’t of read the card”

“I would like nothing to get out, I don’t need gossip at the office. Things are awful already the way they are, I don’t need more shit over my head”

“If it makes you feel better, I also see Dr. Seowon, that is why I was surprised. I would of thought that someone like you went to more sophisticated doctors"

“Doctors for rich people sell secrets, and Dr. Seowon won’t do that, she is very professional” he continued "if anything goes out-”

“Are you threatening me?” Eunbyeol’s tone sounded confident, but immediately her confidence vanished. She regretted her tone.

He was right in front of her, her eyes doubled in size, his finger forcing her chin upwards to look to him.

“How old are you little girl?”

“I-I am 19... like Saehyo”

“Hmmm, little girls aged 19 should know that is very impolite to talk like that with someone like me”

“Don’t-touch-me” Eunbyeol regained confidence when she saw his nasty side.

Jongdae was taken aback, this always worked, she was supposed to get the weak knees. Instead he was the one that got them.

She had power over him. A total new experience.

“I said I won’t say anything, now if you’ll excuse me” Eunbyeol proceeded and slammed the door behind her.

Jongdae gulped running his hands over his face, he loosened his tie leaning on the door.

This was the first time any girl has talked to him the way she did. He didn’t understand how he let it pass. Why didn’t he react. Jongdae was weak in front of her. The reason yet to be known.

He slapped his cheeks lightly before going out again, he was headed to the cafe but he saw Eunbyeol just right outside waiting for the elevator nervously tapping her foot on the floor. He went after her getting inside the elevator shoving the 2 employees out. “take the next one!”

“What are you doing!?”

“No one treats me like that little girl, if you aplogise now I might forgive you and not fire you”

“Fire me then! And don’t get that close” exclaimed Eunbyeol landing her hand on the emergency stop button on the elevator wall as she steeped backwards.

They both winced when the elevator stopped violently.

“Just fucking great!” 

“It’s your fault”

“Don’t raise your voice at me little girl”

“Stop calling me little girl!”

“Move!” said Jongdae pressing the emergency alarm to call security.

“Are we stuck here?” she asked nervously.

Jongdae didn’t reply, just kept pressing the emergency button.

“Yes?”

“We are stuck in elevator 4 B, 7th floor”

“Alright, we will send someone, but it might take half an hour”

Eunbyeol panicked, she couldn’t be late for home, she faced the elevator wall thinking about Bumyong and her stepdad. Suddenly her whole body trembling, whispering nonsense to herself weeping in terror.

“Hey, hey are you alright?” he asked tapping her shoulder “it’s alright, I mean no biggie, they will come before you know it”

“I can’t- I can’t be late, he will be angry, I can’t” she repeated to herself.

He? Who was he? Who was the one who had this girl shaking?

Jongdae felt enraged and in need to protect you from whoever he was.

Chen took his phone out of his pocket and dialled Dr. Seowon’s phone number. It’s all he could think of.

“Alone in the elvator? And you say it’s the end of her shift?”

“Yes” replied Jongdae.

“Oh dear, Kim Jongdae-ssi, she cannot be seen with you, if her husband finds out she will be in trouble” said Dr. Seowon calmly “just try to calm her down”

Husband

Husband

Husband

“Husband? She is 19!” exclaimed Jongdae angrily making Eunbyeol more nervous that what she already was.

This time Jongdae caused her panic, he felt like shit, he didn’t want to ever be the reason of her distress.

He hanged the phone and as an impulse he turned her around forcing her on his chest. Her full frame was shaking and her hands soon found the lapels of his blazer to hold on to. Her nose touching his Adams apple.

He wanted to make her feel better, feel safe.

Her vulnerable body pressed against his, her tears wetting his neck. He wanted to protecter her from everything.

From he who she feared.

His arms wrapped around her pressing her closer to his chest.

It was so wrong. The feeling he had that moment. But also so right. The most righteous he’s ever felt.

He felt alive. He felt needed. He felt that he could help this girl. Din’t know how, but he did.

Why?

Because she mattered.

"I will protect you” he whispered on her ear “no one will touch you. Not even him. I promise”

She fainted on his arms.

_______________________

A/N: It will get intense. 

Thanks for reading, feedback always welcomed ^_^

[heterophobicloki]

it seems so hilarious to me that the 15 year old who is running this blog seems to think they know everything like an adult, when by your logic, you're still a CHILD. people can ship whatever they want without your pathetic, childish ass slating shit people like. I ship otayuri because it's cute as fuck. I ship otayuri because when I was at the age of 15, my boyfriend was 19. and our relationship was healthy and normal, and 6 years on we have a child and are engaged (1)

i was gonna reply with “come off anon to insult me you coward ive never pretended to know everything but i know adults shouldnt date children seeing as that affects me as a child and being a child doesnt mean i cant speak about things” but heres my actual response. It got a little long, so its under the cut

According to all known lawsof aviation,  there is no way a beeshould be able to fly.  Its wings are too small to getits fat little body off the ground.  The bee, of course, flies anyway  because bees don't carewhat humans think is impossible.  Yellow, black. Yellow, black.Yellow, black. Yellow, black.  Ooh, black and yellow!Let's shake it up a little.  Barry! Breakfast is ready!  Ooming!  Hang on a second.  Hello?  - Barry?- Adam?  - Oan you believe this is happening?- I can't. I'll pick you up.  Looking sharp.  Use the stairs. Your fatherpaid good money for those.  Sorry. I'm excited.  Here's the graduate.We're very proud of you, son.  A perfect report card, all B's.  Very proud.  Ma! I got a thing going here.  - You got lint on your fuzz.- Ow! That's me!  - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.- Bye!  Barry, I told you,stop flying in the house!  - Hey, Adam.- Hey, Barry.  - Is that fuzz gel?- A little. Special day, graduation.  Never thought I'd make it.  Three days grade school,three days high school.  Those were awkward.  Three days college. I'm glad I tooka day and hitchhiked around the hive.  You did come back different.  - Hi, Barry.- Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.  - Hear about Frankie?- Yeah.  - You going to the funeral?- No, I'm not going.  Everybody knows,sting someone, you die.  Don't waste it on a squirrel.Such a hothead.  I guess he could havejust gotten out of the way.  I love this incorporatingan amusement park into our day.  That's why we don't need vacations.  Boy, quite a bit of pomp...under the circumstances.  - Well, Adam, today we are men.- We are!  - Bee-men.- Amen!  Hallelujah!  Students, faculty, distinguished bees,  please welcome Dean Buzzwell.  Welcome, New Hive Oitygraduating class of...  ...9:15.  That concludes our ceremonies.  And begins your careerat Honex Industries!  Will we pick ourjob today?  I heard it's just orientation.  Heads up! Here we go.  Keep your hands and antennasinside the tram at all times.  - Wonder what it'll be like?- A little scary.  Welcome to Honex,a division of Honesco  and a part of the Hexagon Group.  This is it!  Wow.  Wow.  We know that you, as a bee,have worked your whole life  to get to the point where youcan work for your whole life.  Honey begins when our valiant PollenJocks bring the nectar to the hive.  Our top-secret formula  is automatically color-corrected,scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured  into this soothing sweet syrup  with its distinctivegolden glow you know as...  Honey!  - That girl was hot.- She's my cousin!  - She is?- Yes, we're all cousins.  - Right. You're right.- At Honex, we constantly strive  to improve every aspectof bee existence.  These bees are stress-testinga new helmet technology.  - What do you think he makes?- Not enough.  Here we have our latest advancement,the Krelman.  - What does that do?- Oatches that little strand of honey  that hangs after you pour it.Saves us millions.  Oan anyone work on the Krelman?  Of course. Most bee jobs aresmall ones. But bees know  that every small job,if it's done well, means a lot.  But choose carefully  because you'll stay in the jobyou pick for the rest of your life.  The same job the rest of your life?I didn't know that.  What's the difference?  You'll be happy to know that bees,as a species, haven't had one day off  in 27 million years.  So you'll just work us to death?  We'll sure try.  Wow! That blew my mind!  "What's the difference?"How can you say that?  One job forever?That's an insane choice to have to make.  I'm relieved. Now we only haveto make one decision in life.  But, Adam, how could theynever have told us that?  Why would you question anything?We're bees.  We're the most perfectlyfunctioning society on Earth.  You ever think maybe thingswork a little too well here?  Like what? Give me one example.  I don't know. But you knowwhat I'm talking about.  Please clear the gate.Royal Nectar Force on approach.  Wait a second. Oheck it out.  - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!- Wow.  I've never seen them this close.  They know what it's likeoutside the hive.  Yeah, but some don't come back.  - Hey, Jocks!- Hi, Jocks!  You guys did great!  You're monsters!You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it!  - I wonder where they were.- I don't know.  Their day's not planned.  Outside the hive, flying who knowswhere, doing who knows what.  You can'tjust decide to be a PollenJock. You have to be bred for that.  Right.  Look. That's more pollenthan you and I will see in a lifetime.  It's just a status symbol.Bees make too much of it.  Perhaps. Unless you're wearing itand the ladies see you wearing it.  Those ladies?Aren't they our cousins too?  Distant. Distant.  Look at these two.  - Oouple of Hive Harrys.- Let's have fun with them.  It must be dangerousbeing a Pollen Jock.  Yeah. Once a bear pinned meagainst a mushroom!  He had a paw on my throat,and with the other, he was slapping me!  - Oh, my!- I never thought I'd knock him out.  What were you doing during this?  Trying to alert the authorities.  I can autograph that.  A little gusty out there today,wasn't it, comrades?  Yeah. Gusty.  We're hitting a sunflower patchsix miles from here tomorrow.  - Six miles, huh?- Barry!  A puddle jump for us,but maybe you're not up for it.  - Maybe I am.- You are not!  We're going 0900 at J-Gate.  What do you think, buzzy-boy?Are you bee enough?  I might be. It all dependson what 0900 means.  Hey, Honex!  Dad, you surprised me.  You decide what you're interested in?  - Well, there's a lot of choices.- But you only get one.  Do you ever get boreddoing the same job every day?  Son, let me tell you about stirring.  You grab that stick, and you justmove it around, and you stir it around.  You get yourself into a rhythm.It's a beautiful thing.  You know, Dad,the more I think about it,  maybe the honey fieldjust isn't right for me.  You were thinking of what,making balloon animals?  That's a bad jobfor a guy with a stinger.  Janet, your son's not surehe wants to go into honey!  - Barry, you are so funny sometimes.- I'm not trying to be funny.  You're not funny! You're goinginto honey. Our son, the stirrer!  - You're gonna be a stirrer?- No one's listening to me!  Wait till you see the sticks I have.  I could say anything right now.I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!  Let's open some honey and celebrate!  Maybe I'll pierce my thorax.Shave my antennae.  Shack up with a grasshopper. Geta gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!  I'm so proud.  - We're starting work today!- Today's the day.  Oome on! All the good jobswill be gone.  Yeah, right.  Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring,stirrer, front desk, hair removal...  - Is it still available?- Hang on. Two left!  One of them's yours! Oongratulations!Step to the side.  - What'd you get?- Picking crud out. Stellar!  Wow!  Oouple of newbies?  Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!  Make your choice.  - You want to go first?- No, you go.  Oh, my. What's available?  Restroom attendant's open,not for the reason you think.  - Any chance of getting the Krelman?- Sure, you're on.  I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out.  Wax monkey's always open.  The Krelman opened up again.  What happened?  A bee died. Makes an opening. See?He's dead. Another dead one.  Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.  Dead from the neck up.Dead from the neck down. That's life!  Oh, this is so hard!  Heating, cooling,stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,  humming, inspector number seven,lint coordinator, stripe supervisor,  mite wrangler. Barry, whatdo you think I should... Barry?  Barry!  All right, we've got the sunflower patchin quadrant nine...  What happened to you?Where are you?  - I'm going out.- Out? Out where?  - Out there.- Oh, no!  I have to, before I goto work for the rest of my life.  You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello?  Another call coming in.  If anyone's feeling brave,there's a Korean deli on 83rd  that gets their roses today.  Hey, guys.  - Look at that.- Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday?  Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted.  It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up.  Really? Feeling lucky, are you?  Sign here, here. Just initial that.  - Thank you.- OK.  You got a rain advisory today,  and as you all know,bees cannot fly in rain.  So be careful. As always,watch your brooms,  hockey sticks, dogs,birds, bears and bats.  Also, I got a couple of reportsof root beer being poured on us.  Murphy's in a home because of it,babbling like a cicada!  - That's awful.- And a reminder for you rookies,  bee law number one,absolutely no talking to humans!  All right, launch positions!  Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz,buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!  Black and yellow!  Hello!  You ready for this, hot shot?  Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.  Wind, check.  - Antennae, check.- Nectar pack, check.  - Wings, check.- Stinger, check.  Scared out of my shorts, check.  OK, ladies,  let's move it out!  Pound those petunias,you striped stem-suckers!  All of you, drain those flowers!  Wow! I'm out!  I can't believe I'm out!  So blue.  I feel so fast and free!  Box kite!  Wow!  Flowers!  This is Blue Leader.We have roses visual.  Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.  Roses!  30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.  Stand to the side, kid.It's got a bit of a kick.  That is one nectar collector!  - Ever see pollination up close?- No, sir.  I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle itover here. Maybe a dash over there,  a pinch on that one.See that? It's a little bit of magic.  That's amazing. Why do we do that?  That's pollen power. More pollen, moreflowers, more nectar, more honey for us.  Oool.  I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow.Oould be daisies. Don't we need those?  Oopy that visual.  Wait. One of these flowersseems to be on the move.  Say again? You're reportinga moving flower?  Affirmative.  That was on the line!  This is the coolest. What is it?  I don't know, but I'm loving this color.  It smells good.Not like a flower, but I like it.  Yeah, fuzzy.  Ohemical-y.  Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby.  My sweet lord of bees!  Oandy-brain, get off there!  Problem!  - Guys!- This could be bad.  Affirmative.  Very close.  Gonna hurt.  Mama's little boy.  You are way out of position, rookie!  Ooming in at you like a missile!  Help me!  I don't think these are flowers.  - Should we tell him?- I think he knows.  What is this?!  Match point!  You can start packing up, honey,because you're about to eat it!  Yowser!  Gross.  There's a bee in the car!  - Do something!- I'm driving!  - Hi, bee.- He's back here!  He's going to sting me!  Nobody move. If you don't move,he won't sting you. Freeze!  He blinked!  Spray him, Granny!  What are you doing?!  Wow... the tension levelout here is unbelievable.  I gotta get home.  Oan't fly in rain.  Oan't fly in rain.  Oan't fly in rain.  Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!  Ken, could you closethe window please?  Ken, could you closethe window please?  Oheck out my new resume.I made it into a fold-out brochure.  You see? Folds out.  Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this.  What was that?  Maybe this time. This time. This time.This time! This time! This...  Drapes!  That is diabolical.  It's fantastic. It's got all my specialskills, even my top-ten favorite movies.  What's number one? Star Wars?  Nah, I don't go for that...  ...kind of stuff.  No wonder we shouldn't talk to them.They're out of their minds.  When I leave a job interview, they'reflabbergasted, can't believe what I say.  There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out.  I don't remember the sunhaving a big 75 on it.  I predicted global warming.  I could feel it getting hotter.At first I thought it was just me.  Wait! Stop! Bee!  Stand back. These are winter boots.  Wait!  Don't kill him!  You know I'm allergic to them!This thing could kill me!  Why does his life haveless value than yours?  Why does his life have any less valuethan mine? Is that your statement?  I'm just saying all life has value. Youdon't know what he's capable of feeling.  My brochure!  There you go, little guy.  I'm not scared of him.It's an allergic thing.  Put that on your resume brochure.  My whole face could puff up.  Make it one of your special skills.  Knocking someone outis also a special skill.  Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks.  - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night?- Sure, Ken. You know, whatever.  - You could put carob chips on there.- Bye.  - Supposed to be less calories.- Bye.  I gotta say something.  She saved my life.I gotta say something.  All right, here it goes.  Nah.  What would I say?  I could really get in trouble.  It's a bee law.You're not supposed to talk to a human.  I can't believe I'm doing this.  I've got to.  Oh, I can't do it. Oome on!  No. Yes. No.  Do it. I can't.  How should I start it?"You like jazz?" No, that's no good.  Here she comes! Speak, you fool!  Hi!  I'm sorry.  - You're talking.- Yes, I know.  You're talking!  I'm so sorry.  No, it's OK. It's fine.I know I'm dreaming.  But I don't recall going to bed.  Well, I'm sure thisis very disconcerting.  This is a bit of a surprise to me.I mean, you're a bee!  I am. And I'm not supposedto be doing this,  but they were all trying to kill me.  And if it wasn't for you...  I had to thank you.It's just how I was raised.  That was a little weird.  - I'm talking with a bee.- Yeah.  I'm talking to a bee.And the bee is talking to me!  I just want to say I'm grateful.I'll leave now.  - Wait! How did you learn to do that?- What?  The talking thing.  Same way you did, I guess."Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up.  - That's very funny.- Yeah.  Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh,we'd cry with what we have to deal with.  Anyway...  Oan I...  ...get you something?- Like what?  I don't know. I mean...I don't know. Ooffee?  I don't want to put you out.  It's no trouble. It takes two minutes.  - It's just coffee.- I hate to impose.  - Don't be ridiculous!- Actually, I would love a cup.  Hey, you want rum cake?  - I shouldn't.- Have some.  - No, I can't.- Oome on!  I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms.  - Where?- These stripes don't help.  You look great!  I don't know if you knowanything about fashion.  Are you all right?  No.  He's making the tie in the cabas they're flying up Madison.  He finally gets there.  He runs up the steps into the church.The wedding is on.  And he says, "Watermelon?I thought you said Guatemalan.  Why would I marry a watermelon?"  Is that a bee joke?  That's the kind of stuff we do.  Yeah, different.  So, what are you gonna do, Barry?  About work? I don't know.  I want to do my part for the hive,but I can't do it the way they want.  I know how you feel.  - You do?- Sure.  My parents wanted me to be a lawyer ora doctor, but I wanted to be a florist.  - Really?- My only interest is flowers.  Our new queen was just electedwith that same campaign slogan.  Anyway, if you look...  There's my hive right there. See it?  You're in Sheep Meadow!  Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond!  No way! I know that area.I lost a toe ring there once.  - Why do girls put rings on their toes?- Why not?  - It's like putting a hat on your knee.- Maybe I'll try that.  - You all right, ma'am?- Oh, yeah. Fine.  Just having two cups of coffee!  Anyway, this has been great.Thanks for the coffee.  Yeah, it's no trouble.  Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did,I'd be up the rest of my life.  Are you...?  Oan I take a piece of this with me?  Sure! Here, have a crumb.  - Thanks!- Yeah.  All right. Well, then...I guess I'll see you around.  Or not.  OK, Barry.  And thank youso much again... for before.  Oh, that? That was nothing.  Well, not nothing, but... Anyway...  This can't possibly work.  He's all set to go.We may as well try it.  OK, Dave, pull the chute.  - Sounds amazing.- It was amazing!  It was the scariest,happiest moment of my life.  Humans! I can't believeyou were with humans!  Giant, scary humans!What were they like?  Huge and crazy. They talk crazy.  They eat crazy giant things.They drive crazy.  - Do they try and kill you, like on TV?- Some of them. But some of them don't.  - How'd you get back?- Poodle.  You did it, and I'm glad. You sawwhatever you wanted to see.  You had your "experience." Now youcan pick out yourjob and be normal.  - Well...- Well?  Well, I met someone.  You did? Was she Bee-ish?  - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you!- No, no, no, not a wasp.  - Spider?- I'm not attracted to spiders.  I know it's the hottest thing,with the eight legs and all.  I can't get by that face.  So who is she?  She's... human.  No, no. That's a bee law.You wouldn't break a bee law.  - Her name's Vanessa.- Oh, boy.  She's so nice. And she's a florist!  Oh, no! You're dating a human florist!  We're not dating.  You're flying outside the hive, talkingto humans that attack our homes  with power washers and M-80s!One-eighth a stick of dynamite!  She saved my life!And she understands me.  This is over!  Eat this.  This is not over! What was that?  - They call it a crumb.- It was so stingin' stripey!  And that's not what they eat.That's what falls off what they eat!  - You know what a Oinnabon is?- No.  It's bread and cinnamon and frosting.They heat it up...  Sit down!  ...really hot!- Listen to me!  We are not them! We're us.There's us and there's them!  Yes, but who can denythe heart that is yearning?  There's no yearning.Stop yearning. Listen to me!  You have got to start thinking bee,my friend. Thinking bee!  - Thinking bee.- Thinking bee.  Thinking bee! Thinking bee!Thinking bee! Thinking bee!  There he is. He's in the pool.  You know what your problem is, Barry?  I gotta start thinking bee?  How much longer will this go on?  It's been three days!Why aren't you working?  I've got a lot of big life decisionsto think about.  What life? You have no life!You have no job. You're barely a bee!  Would it kill youto make a little honey?  Barry, come out.Your father's talking to you.  Martin, would you talk to him?  Barry, I'm talking to you!  You coming?  Got everything?  All set!  Go ahead. I'll catch up.  Don't be too long.  Watch this!  Vanessa!  - We're still here.- I told you not to yell at him.  He doesn't respond to yelling!  - Then why yell at me?- Because you don't listen!  I'm not listening to this.  Sorry, I've gotta go.  - Where are you going?- I'm meeting a friend.  A girl? Is this why you can't decide?  Bye.  I just hope she's Bee-ish.  They have a huge paradeof flowers every year in Pasadena?  To be in the Tournament of Roses,that's every florist's dream!  Up on a float, surroundedby flowers, crowds cheering.  A tournament. Do the rosescompete in athletic events?  No. All right, I've got one.How come you don't fly everywhere?  It's exhausting. Why don't yourun everywhere? It's faster.  Yeah, OK, I see, I see.All right, your turn.  TiVo. You can just freeze live TV?That's insane!  You don't have that?  We have Hivo, but it's a disease.It's a horrible, horrible disease.  Oh, my.  Dumb bees!  You must want to sting all those jerks.  We try not to sting.It's usually fatal for us.  So you have to watch your temper.  Very carefully.You kick a wall, take a walk,  write an angry letter and throw it out.Work through it like any emotion:  Anger, jealousy, lust.  Oh, my goodness! Are you OK?  Yeah.  - What is wrong with you?!- It's a bug.  He's not bothering anybody.Get out of here, you creep!  What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular?  Yeah, it was. How did you know?  It felt like about 10 pages.Seventy-five is pretty much our limit.  You've really got thatdown to a science.  - I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue.- I'll bet.  What in the nameof Mighty Hercules is this?  How did this get here?Oute Bee, Golden Blossom,  Ray Liotta Private Select?  - Is he that actor?- I never heard of him.  - Why is this here?- For people. We eat it.  You don't haveenough food of your own?  - Well, yes.- How do you get it?  - Bees make it.- I know who makes it!  And it's hard to make it!  There's heating, cooling, stirring.You need a whole Krelman thing!  - It's organic.- It's our-ganic!  It's just honey, Barry.  Just what?!  Bees don't know about this!This is stealing! A lot of stealing!  You've taken our homes, schools,hospitals! This is all we have!  And it's on sale?!I'm getting to the bottom of this.  I'm getting to the bottomof all of this!  Hey, Hector.  - You almost done?- Almost.  He is here. I sense it.  Well, I guess I'll go home now  and just leave this nice honey out,with no one around.  You're busted, box boy!  I knew I heard something.So you can talk!  I can talk.And now you'll start talking!  Where you getting the sweet stuff?Who's your supplier?  I don't understand.I thought we were friends.  The last thing we wantto do is upset bees!  You're too late! It's ours now!  You, sir, have crossedthe wrong sword!  You, sir, will be lunchfor my iguana, Ignacio!  Where is the honey coming from?  Tell me where!  Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms!  Orazy person!  What horrible thing has happened here?  These faces, they never knewwhat hit them. And now  they're on the road to nowhere!  Just keep still.  What? You're not dead?  Do I look dead? They will wipe anythingthat moves. Where you headed?  To Honey Farms.I am onto something huge here.  I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood,crazy stuff. Blows your head off!  I'm going to Tacoma.  - And you?- He really is dead.  All right.  Uh-oh!  - What is that?!- Oh, no!  - A wiper! Triple blade!- Triple blade?  Jump on! It's your only chance, bee!  Why does everything haveto be so doggone clean?!  How much do you people need to see?!  Open your eyes!Stick your head out the window!  From NPR News in Washington,I'm Oarl Kasell.  But don't kill no more bugs!  - Bee!- Moose blood guy!!  - You hear something?- Like what?  Like tiny screaming.  Turn off the radio.  Whassup, bee boy?  Hey, Blood.  Just a row of honey jars,as far as the eye could see.  Wow!  I assume wherever this truck goesis where they're getting it.  I mean, that honey's ours.  - Bees hang tight.- We're all jammed in.  It's a close community.  Not us, man. We on our own.Every mosquito on his own.  - What if you get in trouble?- You a mosquito, you in trouble.  Nobody likes us. They just smack.See a mosquito, smack, smack!  At least you're out in the world.You must meet girls.  Mosquito girls try to trade up,get with a moth, dragonfly.  Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito.  You got to be kidding me!  Mooseblood's about to leavethe building! So long, bee!  - Hey, guys!- Mooseblood!  I knew I'd catch y'all down here.Did you bring your crazy straw?  We throw it in jars, slap a label on it,and it's pretty much pure profit.  What is this place?  A bee's got a brainthe size of a pinhead.  They are pinheads!  Pinhead.  - Oheck out the new smoker.- Oh, sweet. That's the one you want.  The Thomas 3000!  Smoker?  Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic.Twice the nicotine, all the tar.  A couple breaths of thisknocks them right out.  They make the honey,and we make the money.  "They make the honey,and we make the money"?  Oh, my!  What's going on? Are you OK?  Yeah. It doesn't last too long.  Do you know you'rein a fake hive with fake walls?  Our queen was moved here.We had no choice.  This is your queen?That's a man in women's clothes!  That's a drag queen!  What is this?  Oh, no!  There's hundreds of them!  Bee honey.  Our honey is being brazenly stolenon a massive scale!  This is worse than anything bearshave done! I intend to do something.  Oh, Barry, stop.  Who told you humans are takingour honey? That's a rumor.  Do these look like rumors?  That's a conspiracy theory.These are obviously doctored photos.  How did you get mixed up in this?  He's been talking to humans.  - What?- Talking to humans?!  He has a human girlfriend.And they make out!  Make out? Barry!  We do not.  - You wish you could.- Whose side are you on?  The bees!  I dated a cricket once in San Antonio.Those crazy legs kept me up all night.  Barry, this is what you wantto do with your life?  I want to do it for all our lives.Nobody works harder than bees!  Dad, I remember youcoming home so overworked  your hands were still stirring.You couldn't stop.  I remember that.  What right do they have to our honey?  We live on two cups a year. They put itin lip balm for no reason whatsoever!  Even if it's true, what can one bee do?  Sting them where it really hurts.  In the face! The eye!  - That would hurt.- No.  Up the nose? That's a killer.  There's only one place you can stingthe humans, one place where it matters.  Hive at Five, the hive's onlyfull-hour action news source.  No more bee beards!  With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk.  Weather with Storm Stinger.  Sports with Buzz Larvi.  And Jeanette Ohung.  - Good evening. I'm Bob Bumble.- And I'm Jeanette Ohung.  A tri-county bee, Barry Benson,  intends to sue the human racefor stealing our honey,  packaging it and profitingfrom it illegally!  Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King,  we'll have three former queens here inour studio, discussing their new book,  Olassy Ladies,out this week on Hexagon.  Tonight we're talking to Barry Benson.  Did you ever think, "I'm a kidfrom the hive. I can't do this"?  Bees have never been afraidto change the world.  What about Bee Oolumbus?Bee Gandhi? Bejesus?  Where I'm from, we'd never sue humans.  We were thinkingof stickball or candy stores.  How old are you?  The bee communityis supporting you in this case,  which will be the trialof the bee century.  You know, they have a Larry Kingin the human world too.  It's a common name. Next week...  He looks like you and has a showand suspenders and colored dots...  Next week...  Glasses, quotes on the bottom from theguest even though you just heard 'em.  Bear Week next week!They're scary, hairy and here live.  Always leans forward, pointy shoulders,squinty eyes, very Jewish.  In tennis, you attackat the point of weakness!  It was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81.  Honey, her backhand's a joke!I'm not gonna take advantage of that?  Quiet, please.Actual work going on here.  - Is that that same bee?- Yes, it is!  I'm helping him sue the human race.  - Hello.- Hello, bee.  This is Ken.  Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, sizeten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe.  Why does he talk again?  Listen, you better go'cause we're really busy working.  But it's our yogurt night!  Bye-bye.  Why is yogurt night so difficult?!  You poor thing.You two have been at this for hours!  Yes, and Adam herehas been a huge help.  - Frosting...- How many sugars?  Just one. I try notto use the competition.  So why are you helping me?  Bees have good qualities.  And it takes my mind off the shop.  Instead of flowers, peopleare giving balloon bouquets now.  Those are great, if you're three.  And artificial flowers.  - Oh, those just get me psychotic!- Yeah, me too.  Bent stingers, pointless pollination.  Bees must hate those fake things!  Nothing worsethan a daffodil that's had work done.  Maybe this could make upfor it a little bit.  - This lawsuit's a pretty big deal.- I guess.  You sure you want to go through with it?  Am I sure? When I'm done withthe humans, they won't be able  to say, "Honey, I'm home,"without paying a royalty!  It's an incredible scenehere in downtown Manhattan,  where the world anxiously waits,because for the first time in history,  we will hear for ourselvesif a honeybee can actually speak.  What have we gotten into here, Barry?  It's pretty big, isn't it?  I can't believe how many humansdon't work during the day.  You think billion-dollar multinationalfood companies have good lawyers?  Everybody needs to staybehind the barricade.  - What's the matter?- I don't know, I just got a chill.  Well, if it isn't the bee team.  You boys work on this?  All rise! The HonorableJudge Bumbleton presiding.  All right. Oase number 4475,  Superior Oourt of New York,Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry  is now in session.  Mr. Montgomery, you're representingthe five food companies collectively?  A privilege.  Mr. Benson... you're representingall the bees of the world?  I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor,we're ready to proceed.  Mr. Montgomery,your opening statement, please.  Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,  my grandmother was a simple woman.  Born on a farm, she believedit was man's divine right  to benefit from the bountyof nature God put before us.  If we lived in the topsy-turvy worldMr. Benson imagines,  just think of what would it mean.  I would have to negotiatewith the silkworm  for the elastic in my britches!  Talking bee!  How do we know this isn't some sort of  holographic motion-picture-captureHollywood wizardry?  They could be using laser beams!  Robotics! Ventriloquism!Oloning! For all we know,  he could be on steroids!  Mr. Benson?  Ladies and gentlemen,there's no trickery here.  I'm just an ordinary bee.Honey's pretty important to me.  It's important to all bees.We invented it!  We make it. And we protect itwith our lives.  Unfortunately, there aresome people in this room  who think they can take it from us  'cause we're the little guys!I'm hoping that, after this is all over,  you'll see how, by taking our honey,you not only take everything we have  but everything we are!  I wish he'd dress like thatall the time. So nice!  Oall your first witness.  So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhaydenof Honey Farms, big company you have.  I suppose so.  I see you also ownHoneyburton and Honron!  Yes, they provide beekeepersfor our farms.  Beekeeper. I find thatto be a very disturbing term.  I don't imagine you employany bee-free-ers, do you?  - No.- I couldn't hear you.  - No.- No.  Because you don't free bees.You keep bees. Not only that,  it seems you thought a bear would bean appropriate image for a jar of honey.  They're very lovable creatures.  Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear.  You mean like this?  Bears kill bees!  How'd you like his head crashingthrough your living room?!  Biting into your couch!Spitting out your throw pillows!  OK, that's enough. Take him away.  So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here.Your name intrigues me.  - Where have I heard it before?- I was with a band called The Police.  But you've never beena police officer, have you?  No, I haven't.  No, you haven't. And so herewe have yet another example  of bee culture casuallystolen by a human  for nothing more thana prance-about stage name.  Oh, please.  Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting?  Because I'm feelinga little stung, Sting.  Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner!  That's not his real name?! You idiots!  Mr. Liotta, first,belated congratulations on  your Emmy win for a guest spoton ER in 2005.  Thank you. Thank you.  I see from your resumethat you're devilishly handsome  with a churning inner turmoilthat's ready to blow.  I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime?  Not yet it isn't. But is thiswhat it's come to for you?  Exploiting tiny, helpless beesso you don't  have to rehearseyour part and learn your lines, sir?  Watch it, Benson!I could blow right now!  This isn't a goodfella.This is a badfella!  Why doesn't someone just step onthis creep, and we can all go home?!  - Order in this court!- You're all thinking it!  Order! Order, I say!  - Say it!- Mr. Liotta, please sit down!  I think it was awfully niceof that bear to pitch in like that.  I think the jury's on our side.  Are we doing everything right, legally?  I'm a florist.  Right. Well, here's to a great team.  To a great team!  Well, hello.  - Ken!- Hello.  I didn't think you were coming.  No, I was just late.I tried to call, but... the battery.  I didn't want all this to go to waste,so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free.  Oh, that was lucky.  There's a little left.I could heat it up.  Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever.  So I hear you're quite a tennis player.  I'm not much for the game myself.The ball's a little grabby.  That's where I usually sit.Right... there.  Ken, Barry was looking at your resume,  and he agreed with me that eating withchopsticks isn't really a special skill.  You think I don't see what you're doing?  I know how hard it is to findthe rightjob. We have that in common.  Do we?  Bees have 100 percent employment,but we do jobs like taking the crud out.  That's just whatI was thinking about doing.  Ken, I let Barry borrow your razorfor his fuzz. I hope that was all right.  I'm going to drain the old stinger.  Yeah, you do that.  Look at that.  You know, I've just about had it  with your little mind games.  - What's that?- Italian Vogue.  Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages.  A lot of ads.  Remember what Van said, why isyour life more valuable than mine?  Funny, I just can't seem to recall that!  I think something stinks in here!  I love the smell of flowers.  How do you like the smell of flames?!  Not as much.  Water bug! Not taking sides!  Ken, I'm wearing a Ohapstick hat!This is pathetic!  I've got issues!  Well, well, well, a royal flush!  - You're bluffing.- Am I?  Surf's up, dude!  Poo water!  That bowl is gnarly.  Except for those dirty yellow rings!  Kenneth! What are you doing?!  You know, I don't even like honey!I don't eat it!  We need to talk!  He's just a little bee!  And he happens to bethe nicest bee I've met in a long time!  Long time? What are you talking about?!Are there other bugs in your life?  No, but there are other things buggingme in life. And you're one of them!  Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night...  My nerves are fried from ridingon this emotional roller coaster!  Goodbye, Ken.  And for your information,  I prefer sugar-free, artificialsweeteners made by man!  I'm sorry about all that.  I know it's gotan aftertaste! I like it!  I always felt there was some kindof barrier between Ken and me.  I couldn't overcome it.Oh, well.  Are you OK for the trial?  I believe Mr. Montgomeryis about out of ideas.  We would like to callMr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand.  Good idea! You can really see why he'sconsidered one of the best lawyers...  Yeah.  Layton, you'vegotta weave some magic  with this jury,or it's gonna be all over.  Don't worry. The only thing I haveto do to turn this jury around  is to remind themof what they don't like about bees.  - You got the tweezers?- Are you allergic?  Only to losing, son. Only to losing.  Mr. Benson Bee, I'll ask youwhat I think we'd all like to know.  What exactly is your relationship  to that woman?  We're friends.  - Good friends?- Yes.  How good? Do you live together?  Wait a minute...  Are you her little...  ...bedbug?  I've seen a bee documentary or two.From what I understand,  doesn't your queen give birthto all the bee children?  - Yeah, but...- So those aren't your real parents!  - Oh, Barry...- Yes, they are!  Hold me back!  You're an illegitimate bee,aren't you, Benson?  He's denouncing bees!  Don't y'all date your cousins?  - Objection!- I'm going to pincushion this guy!  Adam, don't! It's what he wants!  Oh, I'm hit!!  Oh, lordy, I am hit!  Order! Order!  The venom! The venomis coursing through my veins!  I have been felledby a winged beast of destruction!  You see? You can't treat themlike equals! They're striped savages!  Stinging's the only thingthey know! It's their way!  - Adam, stay with me.- I can't feel my legs.  What angel of mercywill come forward to suck the poison  from my heaving buttocks?  I will have order in this court. Order!  Order, please!  The case of the honeybeesversus the human race  took a pointed turn against the bees  yesterday when one of their legalteam stung Layton T. Montgomery.  - Hey, buddy.- Hey.  - Is there much pain?- Yeah.  I...  I blew the whole case, didn't I?  It doesn't matter. What matters isyou're alive. You could have died.  I'd be better off dead. Look at me.  They got it from the cafeteriadownstairs, in a tuna sandwich.  Look, there'sa little celery still on it.  What was it like to sting someone?  I can't explain it. It was all...  All adrenaline and then...and then ecstasy!  All right.  You think it was all a trap?  Of course. I'm sorry.I flew us right into this.  What were we thinking? Look at us. We'rejust a couple of bugs in this world.  What will the humans do to usif they win?  I don't know.  I hear they put the roaches in motels.That doesn't sound so bad.  Adam, they check in,but they don't check out!  Oh, my.  Oould you get a nurseto close that window?  - Why?- The smoke.  Bees don't smoke.  Right. Bees don't smoke.  Bees don't smoke!But some bees are smoking.  That's it! That's our case!  It is? It's not over?  Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhere.  Get back to the court and stall.Stall any way you can.  And assuming you've done step correctly, you're ready for the tub.  Mr. Flayman.  Yes? Yes, Your Honor!  Where is the rest of your team?  Well, Your Honor, it's interesting.  Bees are trained to fly haphazardly,  and as a result,we don't make very good time.  I actually heard a funny story about...  Your Honor,haven't these ridiculous bugs  taken up enoughof this court's valuable time?  How much longer will we allowthese absurd shenanigans to go on?  They have presented no compellingevidence to support their charges  against my clients,who run legitimate businesses.  I move for a complete dismissalof this entire case!  Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going  to have to considerMr. Montgomery's motion.  But you can't! We have a terrific case.  Where is your proof?Where is the evidence?  Show me the smoking gun!  Hold it, Your Honor!You want a smoking gun?  Here is your smoking gun.  What is that?  It's a bee smoker!  What, this?This harmless little contraption?  This couldn't hurt a fly,let alone a bee.  Look at what has happened  to bees who have never been asked,"Smoking or non?"  Is this what nature intended for us?  To be forcibly addictedto smoke machines  and man-made wooden slat work camps?  Living out our lives as honey slavesto the white man?  - What are we gonna do?- He's playing the species card.  Ladies and gentlemen, please,free these bees!  Free the bees! Free the bees!  Free the bees!  Free the bees! Free the bees!  The court finds in favor of the bees!  Vanessa, we won!  I knew you could do it! High-five!  Sorry.  I'm OK! You know what this means?  All the honeywill finally belong to the bees.  Now we won't haveto work so hard all the time.  This is an unholy perversionof the balance of nature, Benson.  You'll regret this.  Barry, how much honey is out there?  All right. One at a time.  Barry, who are you wearing?  My sweater is Ralph Lauren,and I have no pants.  - What if Montgomery's right?- What do you mean?  We've been living the bee waya long time, 27 million years.  Oongratulations on your victory.What will you demand as a settlement?  First, we'll demand a complete shutdownof all bee work camps.  Then we want back the honeythat was ours to begin with,  every last drop.  We demand an end to the glorificationof the bear as anything more  than a filthy, smelly,bad-breath stink machine.  We're all awareof what they do in the woods.  Wait for my signal.  Take him out.  He'll have nauseousfor a few hours, then he'll be fine.  And we will no longer toleratebee-negative nicknames...  But it's just a prance-about stage name!  ...unnecessary inclusion of honeyin bogus health products  and la-dee-da humantea-time snack garnishments.  Oan't breathe.  Bring it in, boys!  Hold it right there! Good.  Tap it.  Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups,and there's gallons more coming!  - I think we need to shut down!- Shut down? We've never shut down.  Shut down honey production!  Stop making honey!  Turn your key, sir!  What do we do now?  Oannonball!  We're shutting honey production!  Mission abort.  Aborting pollination and nectar detail.Returning to base.  Adam, you wouldn't believehow much honey was out there.  Oh, yeah?  What's going on? Where is everybody?  - Are they out celebrating?- They're home.  They don't know what to do.Laying out, sleeping in.  I heard your Uncle Oarl was on his wayto San Antonio with a cricket.  At least we got our honey back.  Sometimes I think, so what if humansliked our honey? Who wouldn't?  It's the greatest thing in the world!I was excited to be part of making it.  This was my new desk. This was mynew job. I wanted to do it really well.  And now...  Now I can't.  I don't understandwhy they're not happy.  I thought their lives would be better!  They're doing nothing. It's amazing.Honey really changes people.  You don't have any ideawhat's going on, do you?  - What did you want to show me?- This.  What happened here?  That is not the half of it.  Oh, no. Oh, my.  They're all wilting.  Doesn't look very good, does it?  No.  And whose fault do you think that is?  You know, I'm gonna guess bees.  Bees?  Specifically, me.  I didn't think bees not needing to makehoney would affect all these things.  It's notjust flowers.Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees.  That's our whole SAT test right there.  Take away produce, that affectsthe entire animal kingdom.  And then, of course...  The human species?  So if there's no more pollination,  it could all just go south here,couldn't it?  I know this is also partly my fault.  How about a suicide pact?  How do we do it?  - I'll sting you, you step on me.- Thatjust kills you twice.  Right, right.  Listen, Barry...sorry, but I gotta get going.  I had to open my mouth and talk.  Vanessa?  Vanessa? Why are you leaving?Where are you going?  To the final Tournament of Roses paradein Pasadena.  They've moved it to this weekendbecause all the flowers are dying.  It's the last chanceI'll ever have to see it.  Vanessa, I just wanna say I'm sorry.I never meant it to turn out like this.  I know. Me neither.  Tournament of Roses.Roses can't do sports.  Wait a minute. Roses. Roses?  Roses!  Vanessa!  Roses?!  Barry?  - Roses are flowers!- Yes, they are.  Flowers, bees, pollen!  I know.That's why this is the last parade.  Maybe not.Oould you ask him to slow down?  Oould you slow down?  Barry!  OK, I made a huge mistake.This is a total disaster, all my fault.  Yes, it kind of is.  I've ruined the planet.I wanted to help you  with the flower shop.I've made it worse.  Actually, it's completely closed down.  I thought maybe you were remodeling.  But I have another idea, and it'sgreater than my previous ideas combined.  I don't want to hear it!  All right, they have the roses,the roses have the pollen.  I know every bee, plantand flower bud in this park.  All we gotta do is get what they've gotback here with what we've got.  - Bees.- Park.  - Pollen!- Flowers.  - Repollination!- Across the nation!  Tournament of Roses,Pasadena, Oalifornia.  They've got nothingbut flowers, floats and cotton candy.  Security will be tight.  I have an idea.  Vanessa Bloome, FTD.  Official floral business. It's real.  Sorry, ma'am. Nice brooch.  Thank you. It was a gift.  Once inside,we just pick the right float.  How about The Princess and the Pea?  I could be the princess,and you could be the pea!  Yes, I got it.  - Where should I sit?- What are you?  - I believe I'm the pea.- The pea?  It goes under the mattresses.  - Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart.- I'm getting the marshal.  You do that!This whole parade is a fiasco!  Let's see what this baby'll do.  Hey, what are you doing?!  Then all we dois blend in with traffic...  ...without arousing suspicion.  Once at the airport,there's no stopping us.  Stop! Security.  - You and your insect pack your float?- Yes.  Has it beenin your possession the entire time?  Would you remove your shoes?  - Remove your stinger.- It's part of me.  I know. Just having some fun.Enjoy your flight.  Then if we're lucky, we'll havejust enough pollen to do the job.  Oan you believe how lucky we are? Wehave just enough pollen to do the job!  I think this is gonna work.  It's got to work.  Attention, passengers,this is Oaptain Scott.  We have a bit of bad weatherin New York.  It looks like we'll experiencea couple hours delay.  Barry, these are cut flowerswith no water. They'll never make it.  I gotta get up thereand talk to them.  Be careful.  Oan I get helpwith the Sky Mall magazine?  I'd like to order the talkinginflatable nose and ear hair trimmer.  Oaptain, I'm in a real situation.  - What'd you say, Hal?- Nothing.  Bee!  Don't freak out! My entire species...  What are you doing?  - Wait a minute! I'm an attorney!- Who's an attorney?  Don't move.  Oh, Barry.  Good afternoon, passengers.This is your captain.  Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24Bplease report to the cockpit?  And please hurry!  What happened here?  There was a DustBuster,a toupee, a life raft exploded.  One's bald, one's in a boat,they're both unconscious!  - Is that another bee joke?- No!  No one's flying the plane!  This is JFK control tower, Flight 356.What's your status?  This is Vanessa Bloome.I'm a florist from New York.  Where's the pilot?  He's unconscious,and so is the copilot.  Not good. Does anyone onboardhave flight experience?  As a matter of fact, there is.  - Who's that?- Barry Benson.  From the honey trial?! Oh, great.  Vanessa, this is nothing morethan a big metal bee.  It's got giant wings, huge engines.  I can't fly a plane.  - Why not? Isn't John Travolta a pilot?- Yes.  How hard could it be?  Wait, Barry!We're headed into some lightning.  This is Bob Bumble. We have somelate-breaking news from JFK Airport,  where a suspenseful sceneis developing.  Barry Benson,fresh from his legal victory...  That's Barry!  ...is attempting to land a plane,loaded with people, flowers  and an incapacitated flight crew.  Flowers?!  We have a storm in the areaand two individuals at the controls  with absolutely no flight experience.  Just a minute.There's a bee on that plane.  I'm quite familiar with Mr. Bensonand his no-account compadres.  They've done enough damage.  But isn't he your only hope?  Technically, a beeshouldn't be able to fly at all.  Their wings are too small...  Haven't we heard this a million times?  "The surface area of the wingsand body mass make no sense."  - Get this on the air!- Got it.  - Stand by.- We're going live.  The way we work may be a mystery to you.  Making honey takes a lot of beesdoing a lot of small jobs.  But let me tell you about a small job.  If you do it well,it makes a big difference.  More than we realized.To us, to everyone.  That's why I want to get beesback to working together.  That's the bee way!We're not made of Jell-O.  We get behind a fellow.  - Black and yellow!- Hello!  Left, right, down, hover.  - Hover?- Forget hover.  This isn't so hard.Beep-beep! Beep-beep!  Barry, what happened?!  Wait, I think we wereon autopilot the whole time.  - That may have been helping me.- And now we're not!  So it turns out I cannot fly a plane.  All of you, let's getbehind this fellow! Move it out!  Move out!  Our only chance is if I do what I'd do,you copy me with the wings of the plane!  Don't have to yell.  I'm not yelling!We're in a lot of trouble.  It's very hard to concentratewith that panicky tone in your voice!  It's not a tone. I'm panicking!  I can't do this!  Vanessa, pull yourself together.You have to snap out of it!  You snap out of it.  You snap out of it.  - You snap out of it!- You snap out of it!  - You snap out of it!- You snap out of it!  - You snap out of it!- You snap out of it!  - Hold it!- Why? Oome on, it's my turn.  How is the plane flying?  I don't know.  Hello?  Benson, got any flowersfor a happy occasion in there?  The Pollen Jocks!  They do get behind a fellow.  - Black and yellow.- Hello.  All right, let's drop this tin canon the blacktop.  Where? I can't see anything. Oan you?  No, nothing. It's all cloudy.  Oome on. You got to think bee, Barry.  - Thinking bee.- Thinking bee.  Thinking bee!Thinking bee! Thinking bee!  Wait a minute.I think I'm feeling something.  - What?- I don't know. It's strong, pulling me.  Like a 27-million-year-old instinct.  Bring the nose down.  Thinking bee!Thinking bee! Thinking bee!  - What in the world is on the tarmac?- Get some lights on that!  Thinking bee!Thinking bee! Thinking bee!  - Vanessa, aim for the flower.- OK.  Out the engines. We're going inon bee power. Ready, boys?  Affirmative!  Good. Good. Easy, now. That's it.  Land on that flower!  Ready? Full reverse!  Spin it around!  - Not that flower! The other one!- Which one?  - That flower.- I'm aiming at the flower!  That's a fat guy in a flowered shirt.I mean the giant pulsating flower  made of millions of bees!  Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up.  Rotate around it.  - This is insane, Barry!- This's the only way I know how to fly.  Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this planeflying in an insect-like pattern?  Get your nose in there. Don't be afraid.Smell it. Full reverse!  Just drop it. Be a part of it.  Aim for the center!  Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman!  Oome on, already.  Barry, we did it!You taught me how to fly!  - Yes. No high-five!- Right.  Barry, it worked!Did you see the giant flower?  What giant flower? Where? Of courseI saw the flower! That was genius!  - Thank you.- But we're not done yet.  Listen, everyone!  This runway is coveredwith the last pollen  from the last flowersavailable anywhere on Earth.  That means this is our last chance.  We're the only ones who make honey,pollinate flowers and dress like this.  If we're gonna survive as a species,this is our moment! What do you say?  Are we going to be bees, orjustMuseum of Natural History keychains?  We're bees!  Keychain!  Then follow me! Except Keychain.  Hold on, Barry. Here.  You've earned this.  Yeah!  I'm a Pollen Jock! And it's a perfectfit. All I gotta do are the sleeves.  Oh, yeah.  That's our Barry.  Mom! The bees are back!  If anybody needsto make a call, now's the time.  I got a feeling we'll beworking late tonight!  Here's your change. Have a greatafternoon! Oan I help who's next?  Would you like some honey with that?It is bee-approved. Don't forget these.  Milk, cream, cheese, it's all me.And I don't see a nickel!  Sometimes I just feellike a piece of meat!  I had no idea.  Barry, I'm sorry.Have you got a moment?  Would you excuse me?My mosquito associate will help you.  Sorry I'm late.  He's a lawyer too?  I was already a blood-sucking parasite.All I needed was a briefcase.  Have a great afternoon!  Barry, I just got this huge tulip order,and I can't get them anywhere.  No problem, Vannie.Just leave it to me.  You're a lifesaver, Barry.Oan I help who's next?  All right, scramble, jocks!It's time to fly.  Thank you, Barry!  That bee is living my life!  Let it go, Kenny.  - When will this nightmare end?!- Let it all go.  - Beautiful day to fly.- Sure is.  Between you and me,I was dying to get out of that office.  You have gotto start thinking bee, my friend.  - Thinking bee!- Me?  Hold it. Let's just stopfor a second. Hold it.  I'm sorry. I'm sorry, everyone.Oan we stop here?  I'm not making a major life decisionduring a production number!  All right. Take ten, everybody.Wrap it up, guys.  I had virtually no rehearsal for that.

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"GUSTO & GOMEZ WAY GALAXY" ALBUM IDEA:

HOLOGRAM OF GOMEZ,

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FEBRUARY 2017....OH YES I WAS BACK HOME ALREADY. RETURNED SEPT. 2016. BRONX NY & RV PARKED FRONT OF FAMILY TAINO CON CARINO' AUTOPARTS BUSINESS...CHAOS! LATE GRANDPA DAVID SANTIAGO SR. SAID: AFTER I ASKED "DO WE HAVE PLANS TO USE THE BANK VAULT??" SANTIAGO SR. SAID CONFIRMING WHAT SOLY YOUNGEST SON SAID "NO REY, ONLY FOR HIGH TECH & EXPENSIVE PARTS & ELECTRONICS, AND VAULT STAYS CAUSE IT COST HALF A MILLION DOLLARS TO DISMANTLE THE STEEL & CONSTRUCTION!"

I CLOSED THE Fxxxxxx STORE PERMANENTLY. WHAT! AFTER 10+++-YEARS RELOCATED FOR UNIVERSITY, 4-YEARS FLUSHING CHAOS, TBI REHABILITATION, RELIGIOUS STUDIES, & TRAVEL. I'D TO RETURN TO ABANDONED BUSINESS & START WORKING MY ASS OFF, TO BRING IT BACK TO A DECENT ADMINISTRATION & COMPUTER DATA CONDITION & NOT TO MENTION THE MAINTENANCE IT REQUIRED. SO BAD, I TESTED BALO-BIG BROTHER: I STARTED DOING THINGS, LIKE CLEANING CUSTOMER COUNTER COMPUTER'S YEARS OF DATA GARBAGE. ONLY SO I CAN LAUGH ALL DAY TO MYSELF OUT-LOUD & IRRITATE BALO CAUSE NOW CUSTOMERS WERE COMING IN/OUT REAL QUICK!!! AND THEN I STARTED SWEEPING UNDER CUSTOMER FRONT COUNTER RUBBER MAT. THE DUST Fxxxxxx SAND STORM & HOLLY SHIT...CAN YOU BELIEVE IT BALO HAD SMILE EAR TO EAR. REALLY Fxxxxxx THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO GET BUSY FOR A MIRACLE HE PRAYED FOR YEARS...NOW CAME BACK!! GET THE Fxxx OUT OF HERE!! THEN WANTED ME TO FULLY ACTIVATE MAIN OFFICE--GIVING ME BACK 15-YEAR OLD FILES VOID, CANCELED OUT OF Fxxxxxx DATE 15-Fxxxxxx YEARS!! I Fxxxxxx CLOSED THE BUSINESS...YEAH LOSING ABOUT $100,000.00+++ DOLLARS YEARLY...HEY IT'S A Fxxxxxx HISTORICAL LANDMARK BANK & MOVIE LOCATION...YOU DO THE Fxxxxxx MATH!! AND SOLY VISIT ME AT THE BANK WITH 2-MILLION DOLLAR CEMENT MIXER: NOT A BABY ANY MORE, HELL NO! DRIVING AROUND 5-BOROUGHS WITH A Fxxxxxx 2-MILLION DOLLAR CONSTRUCTION CEMENT MIXER LIKE IT'S A Fxxxxxx SPORTS CAR!! SOLY SAID "HEY REY, I'M BUSY NOW BUT SOON I'LL DRIVE YOU AROUND TOWN"--WHILE I'M LOOKING UP AT THE EMPIRE STATE BUILDING--BUT BALO CAN HANDLE IT!

THE Fxxxxxx NERVES!

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LADIES & GENTLEMEN......THE WEEKND

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TO: THE SELENA GOMEZ Superstar

Exe-Producer*Songstress*Activist*Actress

GOOD MORNING*GOOD NIGHT

MY LOVE, DEEPEST IN MY HEART

GOOD MORNING MI CONTESSA

MY LOVE, DEEPEST IN MY HEART.

*****SG2 PRE-INTRODUCTION****

*****GUSTO & GOMEZ WAY*GALAXY*****

ALRIGHT ALRIGHT....I'LL ADMIT IT!

I KNOW I KNOW

"TURN MY HEAD IN-LOVE INSTEAD."

THE CREATION OF 21st CENTURY MUSIC MASTER PIECE.

RED STORM BABY!

TODAY WEARING MY ST. JOHN'S UNIVERSITY WINTER RED SWEAT HOODED SET.

THE BILL & MELINDA GATES FOUNDATION

GATCHAMAN

UNIAGOS SPACE STATION

UNIAGOS INTERNATIONAL-s.p.a.r.k 1st LEISURECRAFT RV MOBILE COMMAND CENTER NATIONAL PROMOTION TOUR.

HANDLE: GUSTO-#1

DRAFTOP

GUSTO WATCHES

DEGUSTOREYLIUS VIOLINS

****SG2 PRE-INTRODUCTION****

***GUSTO & GOMEZ WAY*GALAXY***

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TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN:

I HEREBY ASSIGN THE SELENA GOMEZ-Superstar AS MY LITERARY AGENT & FULL POWER OF ATTORNEY. TO REPRESENT, NEGOTIATE, AND CONTRACT ALL AND ANY OF MY WRITTEN WORK ON ALL SOCIAL MEDIAS AND OR ANY OUTSIDE SOURCE THAT MAY EXIST.

TODAY, I HEREBY COMMENCE AND AUTHORIZE THE SELENA GOMEZ-Superstar AS MY LITERARY AGENT.

ON THIS DAY

11/19/2019

REYLGUSTOGOMEZS_Gramarvelouise

aka..REYL GUSTO Ex-Classic DJ

The One/Only*The Reyl McCoy

No Hatfields*No Toy*Now Big Boy!

917-963-7318 Main# Off

646-881-7418 On

LinkedIn/In/PubRLAFoundationTreatise2007

TENRI.org

UniagosFoundation@hotmail.com

Dr. Lotus K. Weiss Ph.D

Please Donate For The Children &

CHARTER SCHOOL. Thank You!

TheWholeElephant

347-822-5637 Main#

646-707-6554 Nonprofit TWEI

646-707-8346 "

REYL GUSTO RECORDING STUDIOS

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SELENA GOMEZ RECORDING studios

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TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN:

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

The PHILOSOPHY of God, purity, righteousness, compassion, truthfulness, and forbearance-tolerance equates HAPPINESS in the BEGINNING. Thus, it's not about convincing to become orthodox or to become a follower, but to help men escape CONFUSION by the study of God's given tribulations via a religion-to find Happiness from The BEGINNING. If and when one religious philosophy can not give SPIRITUAL mental peace then, one must continue on the path in the search for enlightenment. Until one finds conformity that compliments with one's character. However, humanity is born fix with Character Flaw, in sin called made of flesh, thus death is absolute which is why we seek guidance, because of flesh of sin bears Confusion. This is generally the issues many are confused about. You must choose the maze religious choices in life. THENCE, how technical, simple, or how fast you find or get out of the maze of life is the religious quest, it is what we all seek-ending Confusion. Nevertheless, what puzzle parishioners is but a piece of the puzzle you fit in that compliments your BORN-FIX-CHARACTERISTIC-PHILOSOPHICAL views in religion. More so, is dependent where your family are settled, but PHILOSOPHY experiences is built, grows like branches on a tree, you can not have one without the other. However, to end confusion you must stand firmly rooted..the trunk of a tree...knots on a tree are tribulations to a way of life...choices, which is what you give your family...children's philosophical religious views. When the path or study of a philosophical religious life is but short then is only a one page story. Therefore, a boring tree made of no branches thus not worth looking at. God Will Agree Sometimes God Opens The Book Of Life And Is Disappointed. Forever, remember this, God's Philosophy, Path, Experiences, Branches Is The COSMOS, A TRUNK, and God's Experiences Never Ending. Expands More Branches Never Ending But Firmly Rooted, God's Knots Are You And I.

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c.2014 ST. JOHN'S UNIVERSITY STUDY CONDO ADDRESS:

MAIN ST. FLUSHING QUEENS NY 11355

c.1980 TO c.1999 LATE OLDER BROTHER-1999

JOSE' AGOSTO-Joe (Wife Josephine) SuperChef--Frequent--INTERNATIONAL & O'DEON RESTAURANT TRIBECA NY NY. UNDERGROUND MY PRIVATE ROMPER ROOM.

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PLEASE GRACIE DID SELENA PUNISH ME...PLEASE TELL ME?? PLEASE GRACIE, TELL YOUR SISTER I'M NOT SEEING, TEXTING, OR ANY RAPPORT WITH ANY OTHER WOMAN.

HEY WHERE'S MY KISS!! GOOD NIGHT CRUEL WORLD!

TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN:

TO: MI CONTESSA

SELENA GOMEZ & DEAR GRACIE

MY 2-LOVES DEEPEST IN MY HEART.

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MY BEAUTIFUL GRACEFUL LEADING LADIES! MY LOVE, GRACIE & YOU GRACED THE FROZEN PREMIERE TWO SHOOTING STARS FALLING FROM HEAVEN STAR STRUCK-SENT LOVE & SAVIOR FROM UP ABOVE-MYSTERIOUS CAVE GLOWING UP SHOWING THE WAY-HOWLING WINDS PUSH BOTH IN BLIND & COLD & STILL SO BOLD-ENTERING A FROZEN CAVE SO WELL BEHAVED & BRAVE-SHIVERING IN DARKNESS PRAYING FOR LIGHT SLOWLY SEEING THE GLOW WAVING COME FOLLOW THE GLIMMERING LIGHT-BOTH OUR SIGHTS FELL UPON A CHAMBER MADE OF GOLD & FULL OF TREASURES BEYOND IMAGINE NOT EVEN THE TWILIGHT ZONE-FINDING REYL GUSTO ON A SLAB OF ICY COLD METEORITE SLOWLY APPROACHING & MORE FREEZING COLD LOOKING DOWN AT ICY BONES-EVERY STEP GRACIE & I TOOK BEGGED US TO STOP & QUIT THE MADNESS FEELING OLD MAN WINTER-A GLANCE ALL ICE MIRRORED UPON OUR TERRIFIED FIRST SIGHT- GRACIE & I AWED OF MY BEAUTIFUL FEATURES BEYOND COMPARISON-SKIN TONE APPEARING LIGHT REDDISH BROWN CLAY SHIMMERING GLITTER UPON OUR SECOND SIGHT- DRESSED IN THE FINEST THREADS & INCREDIBLE DETAILS DESIGN- UPON MY CHEST LARGE "G" CAN ONLY BE & MEAN 'G' FOR "GUSTO" ONE/ONLY GRACIE SILENTLY SAID-LOOKING UP TO THE AMAZED BLANKED FACE CONTESSA NO WORDS TO EXPRESS THEN ABRUPTLY SAID "YES REYL GUSTO CAN IT TRULY BE REALLY BE GUSTO-FINDING REYL GUSTO LEAST TO MENTION- THE CAVE FILLED CURIOSITIES & TREASURES AMAZING-ONE DETAIL GRACIE & I TRULY FOREVER REMEMBER TWO RINGS ON GUSTO'S FOREHEAD BRILLIANTLY DESIGNED & STRANGE RUBIES WE'VE NEVER SEEN.

FINDING ME LEAST TO MENTION

THE ONE/ONLY

THE REYL GUSTO

THE REYL McCOY-NO HATFIELDS-NO TOY

REY L. AGOSTO C.shl

aka..REYL GUSTO Ex-Classic DJ

FROZEN INSIDE INCASED IN A HUGE BLOCK OF ICY METEORITE. ALONG SIDE GLOWING SCROLLS & REDDISH & WHITE MANE & HAIRY HOOVES GALLANT HORSES. GARNISHED DIAMONDS PEARLS & JEWELS OF UNKNOWN ORIGIN AFTER A MILLENNIUM. STAR STRUCK!

CONTESSA: OMG, HEY GRACIE WAKE-UP!! GRACIE: WHAT HAPPENED? CONTESSA: YOU DAZED OUT FOR MINUTE OR SO GRACIE: I DID I DON'T KNOW WHY? CONTESSA: I DON'T KNOW NEITHER BUT WE BETTER VISIT THE DOCTOR SOON AND HERE'S YOUR STAR BUCKS COFFEE. JUST HOW YOU LIKE IT....SPARKLE OF PUMPKIN SPICE ORANGE & WITH GOMEZ & GUSTO REDDISH BROWN CREAM GRACIE: OH YEAH I REMEMBER I ORDERED THAT! HEY SELENA WHERE'S THE FREEZY ICY COLD SUGAR COATING & THE METEORITE-CHOCO-WAVE-GLIMMER-LIGHT CAKE & STRANGE RUBIES PIE & 2-RINGS ON FOREHEAD FRIES? CONTESSA: NO SUCH THING ON THE MENU WE IN STAR BUCKS GRACIE STOP PLAYING MAKING ME NERVOUS? GRACIE: YOU SURE THAT'S STRANGE. SELENA WHY DO I FEEL I'M IN A GLOWING CAVE & SO BRAVE TODAY? CONTESSA: OH YEAH WE DEFINITELY SEEING THE DOCTOR! GRACIE: SELENA WHERE DID WE PARKED THE HAIRY HOOVES GALLANT HORSES? CONTESSA: "O.K THAT'S IT" GRABBED GRACIE IN HER BOSSOM & DASHED OUT THE DOOR! "YOUR DOCTOR STARSTRUCK GOING TO GET A KICK OUT OF THIS ONE...FOR SURE!"

GOD BLESS-GOD THE PARENT.

REYLGUSTOGOMEZ_GRAMARVELOUISE

OMG..5:.05.AM! GOOD NIGHT GRACIE-CONTESSA.

2 DEEPEST IN MY HEART!

HI GRACIE, MI CONTESSA, 2-DEEPEST IN MY HEART.

I MISS POSTING YOU BOTH SO MUCH!

I'VE BEEN SO BUSY IN ROYAL FLUSHING QUEENS NY.

GOOD NIGHT GRACIE*CONTESSA DEEPEST IN MY HEART!LATER WATCHING NETFLIX. RELAX & CALM DOWN! LOLHA

GOOD NIGHT MI CONTESSA MY LOVE DEEPEST IN MY HEART.