In a moment, the energy furnaces will explode… and a beautiful fire flower will bloom, filled with nectar. The sweet nectar of terror. I am Queenbee the Hymenopteroid—sovereign of the swarm, mistress of combustion, and architect of this blooming catastrophe. You’ve come to prune my garden? How quaint. But every blossom needs a little blood… and your fear will make the perfect fertilizer. Now, tremble before the queen, and let the hive feast on your screams!