Arise, my zombie terrorist minions! Fly down the gullets of infidels and up the noses of harlots! Buzz menacingly around the Great Satan’s fruit!
TIME FLIES LIKE AN ARROW, FRUIT FLIES LIKE A BANANA, BUT ZOMBIE FLIES LIKE VENGANCE! BWA-HA-HA!
Ahem. Sorry.
The excuse they give for this wonderfully grotesque experiment is that it will help us determine the cells associated with aggression, overeating, and psychiatric disorders. Excuse me while I reread The Terminal Man.
Fruit flies may like a banana, but NO, THEY’RE GOING TO EAT THE APPLE INSTEAD! EAT IT MY MINIONS! EAT IT, WHETHER YOU WANT TO OR NOT! BWAAAA HA HA HAAAA!
Apparently, this thread is about as zombified as those flies. Doesn’t anyone else long for the day when he, too, has utter control over the buzzing minions? Doesn’t anyone else’s heart hearken to the notion of being a technocratic God-King to hordes of flying monsters?
You are all weird, and shall be sore harassed when I apply this technology to horseflies and wasps.