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I was born in a decrepit mill town on a blustry winter's day to a paper tube salesman and a would be curio-peddler. Not long after, I discovered that I had the mysterious ability to command swarms of bees by dancing haphazardly. Armed with this knowledge, I purchased a set of leg warmers and a copy of the Flashbeagle original television special soundtrack. Outside, gyrating to the melodies I gathered to myself an army of enamored bees. Together we went on a cross-country rampage. We disrupted picnics, got drunk at Dollywood, and did indecorous things to flowerbeds across Idaho. Alas, my companions were captured by a nefarious bee keeper with a smoke pot and honey bucket. In tears I drove myself off the edge of the Grand Canyon where I hit the bottom hard and thereupon died... my life was brief, and some would say pointless, but man it was awesome while it lasted.