"We shouldn't even exist!"
"The existence of the Fragrance Bees is a conspiracy!"
"Our existence is too peculiar, as if it were all part of a deliberate design!"
When a group of Madmen on the verge of collapse gathers, they might find comfort in each other, but disaster easily follows. They often come to the most preposterous conclusions.
"Don't you think the existence of the Fragrance Bee is very much like a tool? A tool for resisting the balance of scents!"
"What is the balance of scents?"
"It means that in a closed environment, scent molecules will spontaneously move toward a state of disorder... Think about it. In a sealed-off, empty space, you have one molecule with a bloody scent on the left and one with a floral scent on the right. If you don't interfere with their movement and just let them drift freely, how many possible outcomes are there in the end?"
