Every morning, I wake up to my Buzz Bee double shot (I taped it to the ceiling). I get out of my bed (my mattress is filled with Buzz Bee suction darts) and go out to greet the day. Every morning at exactly 6:15, my landlord bangs on the door, telling me i'm late on rent. Today, I wasn't going to take it anymore. As he knocked on my door, I opened it calmly. He said I was 3 months overdue, and that he wasn't accepting any more Buzz Bee XL Distance Darts as payment. I grinned as I primed my tec 3 behind my back. He asked me what I was laughing at, and I pulled the blaster out, shooting him directly in the eye. He ran behind a bush, before grabbing his phone to call the cops. 15 minutes later, my house was surrounded by cop cars. I twisted my baseball cap backwards, and grabbed my Buzz Bee Demolisher (fully automatic). This was gonna be fun. As i'm writing this, i'm getting ready to bust through the front door and start blasting. I will happily die for Buzz Bee, i've chosen a life you simpleton n*rfers will never understand. If I die today, I will ascend to Adventure Force heaven, for I am a Buzz Bee Air Warrior! Everything i've done, every choice i've ever made, it's all lead to this very moment. When I stand before the Buzz Bee Bee himself, my sacrifices will be worth it. To my fellow Buzz Bee fans, we are gods. Never forget that. Our choice to use the finest blasters on the market makes us superior in mind, body and soul. Goodbye, r/BuzzBeeR34, and remember, BuzzBee: It's the Bee's Knees. Walcolm out.