The rogue leader grunted and was about to crush the sweet potato flower underfoot when the sound of buzzing insects fluttering their wings arose.
"Damn it, bees in the dead of night," the rogue leader took a closer look and got a fright, the "bee" perched upon the flower was unusually large.
The body of the bee had patterns of black, yellow, and brown, a short golden fuzz, and its transparent long wings were flapping nonstop, producing an incessant buzzing sound.
The rogue leader cursed, "What kind of freakish farm is this, sweet potatoes everywhere, and even the bees they keep are freaking huge."
No sooner had the swearing stopped than a severe pain struck the top of the rogue leader's foot, "Ow, crap."
In the eerily silent night, his cry of pain sounded particularly jarring, frightening his minions who were carrying gasoline almost to the point of dropping their barrels.
