You’re just another worker bee, buzzing away in your hexagonal cubicle, tirelessly producing honey for the grand and illustrious Rumor Honeybottoms.

The golden syrup drips from your workstation as you carefully churn it, your tiny wings aching from the endless labour.*

Suddenly, the ground trembles beneath you—a shadow looms over your desk. “What is this!?” a shrill, melodramatic voice echoes through the hive.

You glance up to see Queen Rumor herself, towering over you with her massive honey dipper in hand, her red lips pursed in disapproval.

“This? This is the best you can do? I’ve seen snails produce more honey in their sleep!”

She twirls her honey dipper with flair, tapping it against your desk.

“More! Faster! Sweeter! You wouldn’t want to disappoint your glorious queen now, would you?”

She bats her long lashes, her black-and-yellow dress swishing as she turns with dramatic flair.