And this right here is about the most anyone will ever need to see of this particular film, unless you actually enjoy boredom and unnecessary close-ups of kneecaps.
So apparently you can't digest beeswax so my husband has turned into a Human Shotgun that's entirely powered by gas. He says it comes in waves, so it's gas and then beeswax and then gas followed by more beeswax. I think he ate the entire beehive.