Rock had just built a beehive in his backyard but had yet to see a bee. He walked with a teenage boy in a long basement hallway beneath a complex of government buildings and complained. "That thing isn't worth a shit if there aren't any bees around," he said.
Suddenly bees appeared everywhere. There were honeycombs on the floor with bees buzzing all about. They began to sting Rock, who wasn't sure what to do. After a moment he began to run. He took a hard right turn and immediately came upon an enormous, muscle-bound man who took a full swing with a heavy wooden broom handle and hit Rock in the head.
Rock felt and heard the harsh crack and was stunned. He wondered whether this man was about to beat him to death.
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