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It is estimated that there are some 10 quintillion insects alive

at any one time. But forget about them.

This is about me, Lloyd. I'm a fly.

Ahh.

Who won? Who was faster?

You both won.

Exactly the same speed.

Again. That was your 12th race. Can we stop now?

Never! Not until I beat Lloyd.

Are you sure? It's nearly brunch time.

I suppose Berry is probably pretty tired by now.

...top of his game, so beat you next time, Lloyd!

Bye, Berry! You get some rest.

Ugggh. So tired.

Ugggh.

Let's get you home.

Ah! Ah! Ah!

I can't go on. Ah! Ah! So thirsty.

Huh?

Oh, come on. Home's right here.

Too thirsty. What's this?

This'll do. Ah!

Ewww, Lloyd.

Oh, my. Lloyd, is that...

Bin juice? Ewww.

Gross, Lloyd!

Surely, you're not going to...

Ewww. Ewww.

I had to, PB. I was thirsty, but...

Oh. I feel great. In fact...

That bin juice has done me a world of good.

I feel like a new fly.

No wonder the hardy tardys love it.

Here, PB, try some.

Eww. It's not as bad as you think.

Ewww. I'm not touching bin juice.

Who knows what's in it? Could be any combination of flavours.

If Lloyd says it's good, I am sure it's lovely.

Go on, then.

Um. If I don't try it,

will that show how much faith I have in your opinion?

Absolutely. See, PB?

Abacus takes my word for it.

No one drinks bin juice, Lloyd. Everyone knows that.

Yeah, well, maybe if everyone just tried it,

then everyone might like it.

Ha, good luck with that.

Fine. I'll prove it.

I'll find someone to taste it, and they will absolutely love it.

You'll see.

If anyone can convince someone to try bin juice, it's you, Lloyd.

Hm. The name "bin juice" is a problem.

It'd be easier if I called it something exciting,

something, hm...

Blue, uh, fly.

Blue fly. Yes. You'll see, PB.

There'll be a bug out there who'll embrace the bin.

I mean, blue fly.

And be warned for today is the day the great fly swat

shall swoop down from the sky, and not yesterday like I said...

Ah, Catastrophe Jim.

So good to see you. You're looking well.

Just because it's the end of the world

doesn't mean standards have to slip.

But you could be looking better.

How would you like to try my fantastic new drink?

It's called Blue Fly.

Ahh. Sorry, Lloyd.

Don't trust anything I haven't prepared meself.

And even then, I'm suspicious.

Never mind, Lloyd. You tried.

Uh, I don't blame you, Jim.

It takes someone pretty special to give Blue Fly a go.

Someone who rails against conventional wisdom,

someone who flies their own path.

I thought that was you, but, I mean, it turns out I was very wrong.

Now, wait a minute. I fly my own path.

Nobody tells Catastrophe Jim what to do.

Oh, yeah? Drink this.

Fine. What's it do?

What doesn't it do? It refreshes, reinvigorates.

I was feeling terrible until I drank this.

You'll feel like a new weevil. I promise.

It's true. Lloyd told me so.

Just the thing you need if the world's about to end.

Well, I mean, I suppose

I could always try a sip of your health drink

if it might help me survive the apocalypse.

Well?

Hints of chilli stem and potato eyes.

The suggestion of onion skin and eggshell.

Yes, yes, yes. But how do you feel, Jim?

Do you feel more alive?

Well, I suppose I am still alive

and so have been alive longer than I've been a moment go,

so technically, I am more alive.

It's hard to argue with that.

Point well and truly prove, PB.

Bin. I mean, Blue Fly is great.

Can we go home now?

Behold, Lloyd has discovered a wonder tonic.

A medical marvel. Kills all ailments.

Well, all of them?

Well, no, I wouldn't say that. It...

Puts hairs on your abdomen. I could do with a few more.

Gives you the strength of ten ants.

I barely have the strength of one.

Supercharges your antennae.

My antennae have been running low lately.

I'll take a bottle. I'll take two.

Yeah, I'll have one. Oh, what a pity.

That was the last of it, unfortunately, so yes.

Well, you must know where to get some more.

If it's crumbs you want, I've got plenty.

I was here first. I'll give you comics.

Lloyd. What?

I can't deny them what they want.

But they don't know it's bin juice.

Yes, because it isn't, PB. It's Blue Fly.

Actually, I may have remembered

where I put more of the wondrous Blue Fly.

Be right back.

Hm.

Can you believe it? Blue Fly is a raging success.

Not as raging as everyone will be

when they find out it's really, eww, bin juice.

Are you sure it does any of that stuff they think it does?

Well, I drank it and I felt great. So did Jim.

That's true.

But maybe you were both just thirsty and dehydrated.

Like these hardy tardys.

Maybe. But a preferable possibility is that

bin juice really does have unique health-giving benefits

that no one knew about before now.

That is a nicer possibility.

OK. I'll take your word for it.

Again. Great.

Keep bottling and I'll get back to the crowd.

I'll do it for half the crumbs. A third.

Two thirds. Deal.

It'll all be fine. Just as long as nobody asks too many questions.

I have several questions, Lloyd.

It's three crumbs per bottle, Berry.

But because it's you, I'll call it four.

As you can see, it's worth every granule.

42, 43, 4.

Oh, sugar. I lost count again.

One, two, three...

If you look really closely, they have a charge look about them.

I can lift one with these. Why not nine more?

And I bet I'm heavier than I look.

Oh, I did it. A press-up.

I've never done a press-up before. Never even tried.

Hm. I'm not convinced.

I'd like to know more about the outlandish claims

being made about this drink.

And I'd be more than happy to answer you, Berry.

When's the end of the world, Jim?

Uh, how about tomorrow?

I'll be happy to answer your questions tomorrow.

Here, try some. I can't guarantee it, but it will make you faster.

Lloyd's wonder drink.

I don't believe a word of it. Look around you, Berry.

What more evidence do you need?

Oh, sugar.

Verifiable, observable proof is what I want, Lloyd.

If you can't prove it, I won't believe it.

Oh, I like that.

I think it works, but proof will prove it works.

Yeah! Yeah!

Proof would be good. Uh, fine. Yeah. OK.

Yeah, of course.

I can prove beyond all doubt how incredible Blue Fly is.

Just you watch.

Pardon me.

Gather round. Gather round. You wanted proof?

Here is the proof.

Allow me to demonstrate on this very hardy tardy.

Practically dead, devoid of life.

But watch closely with just a few drops of Blue Fly.

There! What did I tell you? Rejuvenated.

The magic of Blue Fly. I rest my case.

Yay!

Wait a minute.

I wasn't born this morning. That's a tardigrade.

Any liquid could have revived it. Blue Fly, sour milk, bin juice.

But, bin juice?

That's, what makes you say that?

Bin juice? Just imagine.

Hmm.

Yod, can I have a taste?

This is bin juice.

No, wait, wait, wait. No one drinks bin juice.

So how would you even know what bin juice tastes like? Berry?

Hey? Hm. Well, I...

Bye, Berry! You get some rest.

So tired. So thirsty.

Huh?

What's this? This will do.

Hm.

I was very thirsty, OK?

So, if he has drunk bin juice, then he'd know for sure

this is bin juice.

Hey, I drank that.

OK, I admit it. Blue Fly is bin juice.

But if I told you that, you never would have given it a chance.

You all thought you felt better and healthier and happier,

so isn't that basically the same thing?

No, it isn't. He gave us bin juice from the bin.

Who knows what's in it? Might have cheese in it.

I hate cheese. And I drank it.

This is a catastrophe!

Get him! Rain apocalypse down upon his head!

Take your crumbs! Have it all back. Full refunds!

Wow. I've never seen Lloyd fly so fast.

Maybe it was the bin juice after all.

What? That's not fair.

Wait for me! It doesn't count if it's not a race!

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