#bizzybeespeaks

[thabizziestbee]

> Sometimes I wonda .. how many food places are out dere ? Is there a,, marathon to try 'em all ? > Maybe I'm jus hungry .. > I think I'm outta left-ova maccy cheez. > .. But I think dat would be a nice vacay. I'd get a medal at da end ta put on my desk ,, > Hyp-the-tic-ally .. Who thinks dis would be cool ..I do, admit-ted-lee.

[thabizziestbee]

Inna scale from wone two ten...

How bizzy are yew?

- @figmoomoo-da-bizzy

> " Hello fig ! 1 ta 10 ya say ? "

> " .. maybe a 9 ½ .. somethin' like that . "

> " ..Wha- Why do yew ask ?

[thabizziestbee]

[Just outside, the roaring sound of an engine could be heard, booming like thunder, and fading just as quickly as it had appeared, a blur of red and deep navy blue passing by.]

[At their feet, a note was left behind…]

// @da-devilish-devilboys \\

[ Was that.. Dee ? /The/ Dee ? Before they could open their mouth to question the blur, it was gone. ]

[ He scoops it up, skimming over it. ]

> "Right .. I'll pull my weight , yew can count on it . "

[ Picking up the pace , they bee-line to the spire . Quickly as they could carry themselves . ]

[ They'd find something to get them there faster . They knew just the thing . ]

[thabizziestbee]

[ This rift .. he knew something wasn't right . From his co-workers yelling and gathering together, to the panicked whispers across the grove. ]

[ He can't just be a dead weight ! He needs to help, and he needs to help /now/.]

[ From where ever he was, he was heading straight for the spire. Any hands . All hands .

[ Even if it'd be his last day of service . His last day /living/. He'll be damned if he didn't atleast try . For the grove . For his people . ]

[ He'd be there soon . Helping however he could . ]