GYSO Reviews Part 70 - Return of the Queen Bee

Published: 2025-07-13

In the wreckage lays a television. Or, alternatively, you could write it as ‘A television lays in the wreckage’ lmao. Or even, ‘wreckage, television, oooga booga’. Or suppose the wreckage is called ‘In’, you could go ‘In, the wreckage. Next to it lays a television’ or, of course, ‘Next to In the wreckage …’ . Or, to be precise, let N = in, let W = wreckage; therefore W implies television = N.

This writing thing is really playing paying off :)

Not with money though fuck

Oh yeah, and the television is broken too. It’s the broken television that was in the old GYSO Mansion living room–not the new GYSO Mansion Playboy Mansion from last episode, the old one. The television is in the wreckage.

You’re probably wondering something like: ‘Oh, boy, how did you get into this mess?’. Or, phrased differently, you might be asking ‘Boy, how did you get into this mess?’. Or, phrased differently, you might be asking ‘uwu notices wreckage?’.

So, anyways, in the wreckage of the wreckage of the old GYSO Mansion wreckage, is the wreckage of the GYSO Mansion broken living room television. Get wrecked scrub. The cold winds of abandonment blow the wreckage around, revealing from under the wreckage the broken living room television. The broken television, which is broken from various things such as being broken and being a television. That describes my childhood, man. Or, alternatively, that describes my childhood man.

If you, dear reader, properly recall, perchance you know and recall what lies inside the broken television in the GYSO———– devestation. Or, perhaps you see it as a ruin? Or, the technical term ‘dumpsterfire’, which, of course, isn’t actually a word according to the GYSO World Dictionary. Luckily, ‘wreckage’ and ‘in’ and ‘television’ and ‘broken’ are all words. Anyways, this is happening in the… desolate desolation dissassociates disasterous disarray, doomed during dance dubstep drops? Broken television.

Nonetheless, amidst the havoc of destruction lays a television.

It was the wreckage of times, it was the broken of times.

Time, it is a-… broken. We broke our televisions lifting the GYSO Mansion to heaven! Wreckage! Wreckage! In!

Inside that very television lays a nest. It might or might not be broken. There’s this great skill called ‘using fucking context clues’ jackass. Figure it out.

Anyways, the nest is broken. And in that nest, there is a bee, the prettiest bee, that you ever did see. And the bee in the (broken) nest and the (broken) nest in the broken television and the broken television in the broken wreckage of the old GYSO Mansion and the GYSO Mansion in the bumfuck of nowhere and the green grass grows all around and around.

The bee is– hold on, I’m getting a call…

What?!

You’re trying to tell me the bee isn’t broken?!

What the hell am I supposed to write about now?!?!??!?!?!??!?!?!??!? :O

Hello? Yes this is dog.

The bee is escaping?!?!

Alright fine.

Arising out of the broken wreckage of the wreckage of the GYSO Mansion wreckage is the queen bee. What, you forgot the queen bee? The one from episode 60? The one that is so easy to remember that nobody could ever forget about it, especially people named Tim? That queen bee? In the broken television in the wreckage, that wasn’t in the wreckage in episode 60 because the GYSO Mansion wasn’t wrecked at that time to make the wreckage for the broken television with the hive and queen bee to be in the wreckage right now? That bee?

We told you to remember. You had to remember. Remembering the queen bee was your only job. You spoiled it. Especially you, Robert Model. Fuck you specifically for not remembering. Do you have any ideas of the consequences of your negligent non-non-action action? Figures.

What comes out of this is yet to bee seen. Because it’s covered by wreckage.

What comes out of the Queen Bee is currently beeing seen by the seeing sights of searing eyes eyeballing it. ‘Coming out’, not like aliens are sometimes depicted in popular media: gay, but in the closet. Nor how non-cis people for some reason have to “come out” of the closet: aka, aliens. No, but rather of her spunk (just end the sentence here), her vigor, her determination, her wreckage in the broken television of life. When life gives you broken televisions, bury them in the wreckage of the old GYSO Mansion wreckage.

Is it a plane? Is it a bird? No, it’s a regular sized bee flying out of the broken television. So it’s a bug. Actually, technically bees aren’t bugs–what of course they’re bugs. No they aren’t, only in common speech. Techincally they belong to the order Hymenoptera. Yeah, also known as bugs! No, it’s its own family including wasps and ants, bees are insects, not bugs, which means that some insects can be bugs but not all insects are bugs. Bugs = insects, they’re the same thing! No, you don’t understand, hang on– let me draw a Venn diagram… Why won’t you look at me when we make love?!

Mom and Dad are arguing again. In the wreckage of the GYSO Mansion wreckage.

And then be queen bee fucks off to do something who cares.

The dies.

The end.