brutally depicted in classical films, at night the beetle would roll onto his back and contemplate cruelty in the media, and fantasize giving rousing speeches to the most intellectually impressive audiences. they would coo and applaud, and afterwards, invite him to their houses to entertain house guests and charm their daughters. sometimes, he would deny their request, waving his hand and coyly tucking his little beetle head to his shoulder, peeking just to see their reaction. For sure he was vain and repugnant, but he sensed anything was better that being a simple beetle. Then one day...