Rather than ease Butler's inflamed muscles, the venom sent him into anaphylactic shock. Four days after being released from the hospital, he took another bee venom injection, which sent him right back to the hospital.
We care about you, Gerry. We don't want to see you succumb to the seductive allure of bee venom. We know that with your hefty Geostorm paycheck and the obscene royalties you'll no doubt reap on the back end of the film's assured wild global success, you will be tempted to reach higher highs of muscle relaxation with more and greater doses of bee venom. It's already a problem. We want to see you put an end to it before things get worse.
We don't want to hear that you were found with your arm tied off trying to inject a bee's butt into your veins in a Los Angeles public restroom. We don't want to hear that your drug dealer / beekeeper ran out of primo bees, so you graduated to the harder wasp venom to get your sick jollies. We don't want to hear that you've spiraled so low that the only way you can feel is if you're wearing a beard of bees. We don't want you to be found naked and tweaking in a shady motel with a scantily clad beehive. We need you sober and alive so that you may deliver us the long-awaited sequel to the guaranteed box office smash hit Geostorm.
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