i'm on the run from the killer b's.

"'And what is your faith, exactly, Mr. Switters? What do you believe in?'
'Umm. Well. I try not to.'
'You try not to believe?'
'That's right. I'm on the run from the Killer B's.'
'Pardon? What have killer bees got to do with?...'
'B for Belief. B for Belonging. The B's that lead to most of the killing in the world. If you don't Belong among us, then you're our inferior, or our enemy, or both, and you can't Belong with us unless you Believe what we Believe. Maybe not even then, but it certainly helps. Our religion, our party, our tribe, our town, our school, our race, our nation. Believe. Belong. Behave. Or Be Damned.'
'But human beings have-'
'A need to belong somewhere, to believe in something? Yeah, Sister-if I may call you that-they seem to. It's virtually genetic. I'm on guard against it, and it still overtakes me. The concern is that we may annihilate ourselves before we can evolve, or mutate, beyond it, but you may rest assured that, even if we survive, as long as we're driven to Belong and Believe, we'll never be at peace, and we'll never be free.'"