SuperBee arrives promptly in Chicago to meet with an old friend at a cafe and catch up.

You know... I get asked why assume the identity of a bee in this world... I say it like this, a bee is an essential asset in nature and they play a very critical role, ya know? They are known to make honey, well, I make money. They move fast, travel frequent.. and that's how I move... but what happens if you mess with a bee while they are working? You get stung, it's sharp, it's fast and it makes you immediately reconsider ya choices.

Few other fellas in the cafe look over and start eavesdropping on this breakdown.

I fly in to where I need to pick up and drop off uhhhh let's say 61 or so units of "honey" .. I take that money to their local betting holes and casinos, get what I need or get it back in dice, make sure I've made at least a few tens of millions and drop knowledge and assistance to good guys who need it, maybe knock off a couple post offices or commit some harmless fun at an art gallery with some good guys and gals but we ain't spending too much time there haha.. so I am not just a bee... I am a SuperBee because I generate and flow money into the right hands and act only in defense, I stay quiet, if I drop notes or speak gospel in yeh city, I am gone on something commercial or private in less than 3 seconds.. Buzz in the shadows, extract money from the wealthy and give it those who should be wealthy through all means... we stay strong but build a colony... a hive... one that shouldn't be kicked. I hope youse get what metaphors are and what have you... I am tired.

SuperBee counts out a few $100s to tip the server and stuffs an envelope in his buddy's pocket,, He hits the Chicago dice game and puts together $10M in 15 seconds to book in and out of New York private, he had to swing by real quick to drop tribute and report in to Fenton in Brooklyn. You never go a whole day without visiting the HQ and dropping off the honey,,,,I mean money...