A bee that gives

I saw that bee and ran like my life depended on it. It didn't.

That bee stung me and I didn't even flinch. I'm dead inside.

That bee gave me a stinger so big I could use it as a toothpick.

That bee was laughing at me while it stung me. I could hear it.

I got stung by a bee and it felt like it was having a party in my leg.

That bee didn't just sting me, it gave me a standing ovation.

I yelled at that bee and it just stung me harder.

That bee didn’t even look at me. It just stung me and left.

That bee was like, 'I don’t know you. Don’t expect anything.'