The Honey to your Cheese

It was Barry's fifth day-after-birthday, and like all bees who had spent more than 120 hours just working his ass off for honey, he was tired. He was an adult now, work life was getting to him and at his age, no one even bothered coming to celebrate with him.

In fact, his parents had died two days before. Barry was done.

And so, he decided to take things into his own hands. He would treat himself to a little, not really authorized, vacation.