The queen bee had called the drones to order. “Tell me,” she asked, “exactly WHAT is your function around here?”
The drones spoke in unison. “Our duty is to obey, Your Majesty. Our duty is to serve your every need. Our duty is to otherwise loiter about and let the women do all the work.”
“So do I really need you?" the Queen said. "I mean, apart from the occasional bit of hanky-panky... and I could settle for a vibrator.”
Suddenly, the drones formed themselves into a giant boy-band, singing: “It don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got wing...”
The drones spoke in unison. “Our duty is to obey, Your Majesty. Our duty is to serve your every need. Our duty is to otherwise loiter about and let the women do all the work.”
“So do I really need you?" the Queen said. "I mean, apart from the occasional bit of hanky-panky... and I could settle for a vibrator.”
Suddenly, the drones formed themselves into a giant boy-band, singing: “It don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got wing...”
