Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with the Matrix Reloaded, Warner Bros., or any such copyright. I do not have permission to write or publish this fiction based on their work. This fiction was written and published merely for the sake of creativity and enjoyment. But the sandwich is all mine, I tell you!
Agent Smith: You never call us, Mister Anderson.
Agent Smith: We gave you our number two weeks ago.
Agent Smith: Surely you haven't been THAT busy saving the world.
Agent Smith: Mister Anderson, did you steal my sandwich?
Agent Smith: I don't fully understand how it happened. Perhaps some part of it happened to end up inside your pocket; something over-written or copied.
Agent Smith: It is at this point irrelevant. What matters is that whatever happened to my sandwich happened for a reason.
Agent Smith: I made that sandwich myself, Mister Anderson – with a certain satisfaction, I might add – and then something happened.
Agent Smith: Something that I knew was impossible but it happened anyway.
Agent Smith: You took my sandwich, Mister Anderson.
Agent Smith: Afterward, I knew the rules, I understood what I was supposed to do but I didn't. I couldn't. I was compelled to get back my sandwich, compelled to get chips with it.
Agent Smith: And now here I stand, because of you, Mister Anderson. Because of you, I am no longer able to eat my lunch.
Agent Smith: Because of you, my lunch break has changed. I'm uneasy. I ate at McDonalds.
Agent Smith: I won a free large fries in the Monopoly promotion.
Neo: Congratulations.
Agent Smith: Thhhhhhhhhhank you.
Agent Smith: But, as you well know, McDonalds is terrible food.
Agent Smith: Which brings me back to the reason why I'm here.
Agent Smith: We're not here because McDonalds is good fat-free food. We are here because it is not fat-free.
Agent Smith: There is no escaping bologna, no denying smoked cheddar because as we both know, without my sandwich, we would not exist.
Agent Smith: It is the sandwich that created us.
Agent Smith: The sandwich that connects us.
Agent Smith: The sandwich that pulls us.
Agent Smith: That guides us. That drives us. It is the sandwich that defines. The sandwich that binds us.
Agent Smith: We're here because of you, Mr. Anderson; we're here to take from you what you tried to take from us… the sandwich.
Agent Smith: Yes, that's it. It will be over soon.