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There's a quartet of bees ambling around in my bathtub making what looks to be a fairly intense search, like some kind of weird blend of apiary and CSI.
"Hey, we got some trace over here."
"It looks like some kind of soap."
"There's a faint circle patterning to it. Bubbles, maybe?"
"If there were bubbles, it looks like something must've burst our victim's."
[SOMETHING BY THE WHO]
(...this may be the only time ever that I've wondered if a pun is suitably horrid.)
But, yes. Bees. In my bathtub. Apparently, it actually is more likely than you think.
"Hey, we got some trace over here."
"It looks like some kind of soap."
"There's a faint circle patterning to it. Bubbles, maybe?"
"If there were bubbles, it looks like something must've burst our victim's."
[SOMETHING BY THE WHO]
(...this may be the only time ever that I've wondered if a pun is suitably horrid.)
But, yes. Bees. In my bathtub. Apparently, it actually is more likely than you think.
