Infront of them is an audience of over 2000 and a judging panel consisting of one man, on his own, wearing an eyepatch.
Suddenly, the judge thrusts his arm out infront of him. He opens his hand out, and there, sitting in the middle of his palm is a bee staring intensely at the contestants on stage.
A minute or so passes and the bee buzzes its wings. The judge leans forward and angles his ear towards the bee. He nods his head in agreement, lifts his other arm up and points directly at contestant six.
A voice booms over the audience, "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner. CONTESTANT 6...PLEASE STEP FORWARD!!"
A barely audible round of applause is heard as contestant 6 waddles her way to the front of the stage. Shes 300lb, a short, hairy, sweaty mess of a woman.
Contestant 2 turns to contestant 3 and says, "What kind of pageant is this!? It doesn't seem to matter what you look like!"
Contestant 3 looks at her and replies, "I guess beauty is in the eye of the bee holder".
