"Vhat? Vhat are you doink?!" The Stinging Legion roared, the water slammed into him, soaking his bees.
"Mine bees! Mine beautiful, perfect bees!" he howled.
In less than a minute, under the high pressure spray, all that was left was a pile of soaked bees and the cape and hood. What bees were not joined to his body scattered like the animals they were.
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