"Oh no", Neo groaned. "He's drinking himself stupid again."
"It is natural that he would cling to some aspect of reality that reminds him of the Matrix", Morpheus explained. "Even if he hated it, at least it wasn't as scary as a world where he is just a human named Smith."
"Yes, Morpheus, we know", Trinity butted in. "Neo, remind me again, when the machines brought us back in exchange for building Smith a body and letting him live as a human for their experiment... did the deal include babysitting him?"
"There he is", Neo said simply, having had enough of both Morpheus' lectures and Trinity's vitriol.
The former agent sat slumped in a dark corner of the bar, headphones in the ears and bobbing his head to whatever song was playing, while somehow managing not to spill the whiskey he poured himself.
"Smith, get those earplugs out and listen to me."
"Mmmmister Annndersssonnnn, here I sssssztand. Un-plugggged. A nnew man."
"Becaussse offff you, Mmmmissssterranndrssson, because of yyyyou!"
Smith somehow stumbled to the podium and almost hanged himself on the microphone.
"B'cauzzzz of yyyou IIIIIII nevvr sssstray too fffar from the ssssidewok", he slurred.
"Bekussse ovvv you I lllearnt t' play on thhhe sssafe side sssoooo I dun' get hhhhhurt!"
Neo and Morpheus tried to get him off stage, but the crowd started pulling them because Zion was all in stitches watching the former agent drunkenly sing a song from two hundred years ago that someone had given him to listen to on an iPod.
"Bbbbbe-caussseovyyyyyou", Smith continued, waving his index finger left and right until he jabbed it in Neo's general direction, "I fffind it hard ttto trussszt nnnnnotonlly me, but me, me, me..."
Smith carried on for a while adding "me" syllables to the melody he had memorized with machine-like accuracy, until he ended it with a howling "Mmmme tooo-oooo-oooo-ooooooooo!", then he crumpled in a heap, mic still in hand.
"...' M no longrrr 'n Agennt", the denizens of Zion heard Smith trail out before he passed out. "Bkuzovyyyyu."