A fly will not get into a closed mouth—oh, that’s so funny, as I was saying this, a fly flew into my mouth! What are the odds? Wow, another one flew in when I made that remark! This is crazy. And another one! Someone call the Guinness Book of World Records, this must be a—okay, this is becoming weird. Every time I open my mouth, a single fly enters it. I’m having trouble breathing through my nose today—I’m getting over a cold—so I need to keep my mouth open, and I’m starting to worry about the health ramifications of swallowing a fly every five seconds.

Oh, I see: you were releasing flies with precision-targeting robotic implants and directing them to enter my mouth, knowing I was going to relay a proverb about flies. Well played.