"Don't say that. Don't make me imagine a universe where people can be made out of bees. Because if weird stuff like that is possible in other worlds, it's only a matter of time before it happens in mine. We already did the giant mutant wasp thing as is, and it was a lot worse than it just being giant, mutated, and a wasp, despite the fact that it being something worse than that should've been impossible."

He shuddered at the memory.

He was going to swing the conversation back to the fiefdom thing in a moment or two. Right now he was freaking out over the fact that now that he knew it was even possible, a person made of bees was practically inevitable in his world.

There was mutagen, there were bees, it was going to happen. If Spyroach could happen, a man made of bees could happen.