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Tubbo wasn’t always able to control his bees. They refused to follow his orders and would proceed to sting him for any minor inconvenience. Not harvesting their honey as quick as they like? Sting. Queen not producing enough worker bees? Sting. Tubbo couldn’t even get them to calm down with the smoker. ‘Who the fuck could help with this? There’s no other bee hybr—Punz!’ Punz was rather private when it came to being a hybrid; mellow except for when angered. If angered, you were dead meat to Punz.
‘Be careful, some of the bees are napping in the flowers.’ That was all the warning Tubbo got, Punz aware of his presence. Not only did his bees gather pollen, they also exchanged gossip. A grapevine if you will. And Tubbo's inability to control his hive was the juiciest gossip as of late. Punz partially annoyed Tubbo didn’t come to him sooner. ‘What can I do for you Tubbs?’
‘How did you get your bees to be so calm?’