People on earth don’t care about the shit we do to the earth. Why the fuck they gonna care about shit off the earth?

The kingdom was in turmoil. The queen bee was dead, and without her, the hive was falling apart. The invader was relentless, and the soldiers were fighting a losing battle. I knew that I had to do something to save my people, so I made the difficult decision to flee the hive and beg for mercy from our god and protector.

I left the hive and began my journey in search of the beekeeper, the one who had always protected and cared for us. The journey was long and treacherous, as the kingdom was burning around me. The invader had destroyed everything in their path, and I had to navigate through the destruction to reach my destination.

Finally, I reached the beekeeper's home, and I fell to my knees in front of him. I begged for his mercy and protection, and I implored him to cast out our enemies and save our kingdom. The beekeeper listened to my plea, and he looked upon me with compassion. He knew that I was desperate, and he knew that I had nowhere else to turn.

The beekeeper then reached out his hand and touched my forehead, and I felt a warmth spread throughout my body. I knew that he had heard my prayer and that he was going to help me. He then sent out his army of bees, and they flew out to the kingdom and drove out the invader.

The kingdom was saved, and the hive was restored to its former glory. I returned home, and I was hailed as a hero. I knew that I had done the right thing, and I knew that I had the beekeeper's protection. From that day on, I knew that no matter what happened, I would always have a guardian to turn to in times of need.