"I just don't understand," Ford muttered in uncomprehending horror. He stared forward, eyes scanning up and down over the object of his focus as if the answer would change if only he could stare at it hard enough.
"You don't have to understand it," Stan rolled his eyes, You just gotta respect it." His tone was blasé as he leaned on one arm. When this pulled him out of range of the x-ray panel being held in front of his chest by a long extendable arm, he adjusted the panel so it sat in front of him again. On the display, his ribcage was on full display.
What organs were supposed to be partially-visible were not there, replaced instead by dark tunnels and hollows lined with wax. The lungs were a mass of honeycomb, hundreds of squirming little bee larva sequestered in hundreds of little cells inside him. His upper digestive tract was almost bursting with honey, the comb lining his stomach and galbladder capped and stuffed. The liver buzzed with activity, and the heart- god, the heart was the worst of all. Inside there seemed to be a single bee, slightly large than the rest, laying *things* that other bees would take away.
"But you shouldn't even be alive," Ford wheezed. "I don't -"
"And yet here I am, having the dumbest conversation known to man. Are we done here yet? I need to let the bees out so they can forage for the day."
ITS FINE FORD STOP WORRING ABOUT THE BEES! YOURE GONNA GIVE THEM RADIATION POISONING! CAN YOU DO THAT TO BEES ACTUALLY? WHAT DOES A BEE LOOK LIKE UNDER AN X RAY? THIS HAS LEFT ME WITH MORE QUESTIONS AND NO ANSWERS!
Poor Ford. Man just doesn't understand his brother is totally fine. Fine with his body full of honeycomb. And bees. Don't worry about them or what's happening with Stan's body.
