Right, I think I'll start with some replies:

Cinn: Thankings for your reviewing and enjoying ways. I can't think of anything else to say so I'll just write the first sentence of the reply backwards:

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Agent Josey: Nothing I say makes any sense, unless of course it does. Enjoy chapter three if you wish.

Angel-of-lightness: I'm guessing that you're the evil one. Don't ask me why because as I said, I'm guessing.

Geekgirl: Glad you enjoyed it, um, that's all I can think of to say. Let me think, ah yes, If you fall over too often then you'll be injured.

Alocin: Indeed, it's just one of those things that is painful to picture. Thanks for reviewing.

Chinchilla-in-a-bowl: I can indeed imagine the faces, all of which would look outraged and would soon demand their farthings back from the terrified cashiers.

Followthewhitering: It's too late.

Anyone I've forgotten: Sorry about that, thanks and so forth.

Right, onwards and downwards…

THE MATRIX, SOMEWHERE ON A STREET:

(Neo walks down the street of Smith's, all of whom are staring and grinning deviously at him. Eventually, Smith/the Oracle steps out, wearing a bright pink apron with matching oven mitts and is holding a steaming tray of cookies.)

Smith: Mr. Anderson welcome… (Realises what he's wearing/holding.) Shit, (frantically tears off the apron and mitts, he hands the scolding trey to another Smith who screams with pain and throws in into the air, it is promptly shot seconds afterwards by the closest hundred Smiths.)

Smith: Right, where was I? Oh yes, Mr. Anderson, welcome back, we missed you. Do you like what I've done with the place?

Neo: It ends tonight.

Smith: I know it does, I've seen it. Unlike you Mr. Anderson I pay attention to my horoscope, and adjust my schedule according to, uh, the astrology related things. Well you know what I mean.

Neo: We're on the clock here, Stargate's on in half an hour.

Smith: Is it? Shit! We'd best not waste any time. Hang on a second, should we synchronise watches?

Neo: Why?

Smith: I don't know, I've always wanted to do that, it looks so cool.

Neo: Oh alright. (He and Smith piss about for twelve minutes trying to get their watches on the exact same time.)

Smith: Right, wait, back a bit, too far! Too far! Wait; that… Perfect! That was fun, now, to business.

(Long big punch up, after a few minutes, Neo and Smith wind up in the big hole in the floor.)

Smith: Why, Mr. Anderson, why? Why? Why do you do it? Why? Why get up? Why keep fighting? Do you believe you're fighting for something, for more than your survival? Can you tell me what it is? Do you even know? Is it freedom, or truth, perhaps Frisbees? Could it be for Calcium? Illusions, Mr. Anderson, vagaries of perception, temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to convince itself that the puss ridden vessel it lurks in has healthy teeth and bones. And all of them are as flimsy as the Matrix itself, especially if you're a celebrity. Although... Only a human mind can invent something as insipid as a Frisbee, an amusing twirling disc, A.I's are above such things. You must be able to see it, Mr. Anderson, you must know it by now. You can't save the Frisbees any more then you can save your teeth. Either by my fist or the slow decay of time they are going to fall out, it is pointless to keep fighting. Why, Mr. Anderson, why, why you persist? (I don't own LOTR either.)

Neo: Because I like Frisbees.

Smith: You...

Smith: This is my world! My world! AND I SHALL BURN ALL FRISBEE'S!

(Neo falls over)

Smith: Wait... I've seen this... This is it, this is the end. Yes... You're laying right there, just like that. And I..., I..., I stand here, right here. I'm supposed to say something... I say... Everything that has a beginning has an end, Neo... What? What did I just say? (A look of fear suddenly crosses his face as Neo gets up), No... no... This isn't right, this can't be right. Get away from me!

Neo: What are you afraid of?

(Neo looks over his shoulder and sees a huge tarantula crawling towards Smith).

Neo: About time, where the hell have you been?

Tarantula: Sorry, I was constipated.

Smith: Eek!

Neo: Smith, meet Eddie, Eddie, this is Smith.

Eddie: Hi.

Smith: ARGH! (Tries to claw his way out of the hole but keeps loosing his grip on the slippery debris.)

Smith: Oh no, no, no... It's not fair...

Neo: You were right Smith, you were always right, it is inevitable.

Smith: Quiet you! (Pegs Neo on the head with a rock, Neo gets knocked out. Eddie bites Smith and for some unexplainable but convenient reason, all the Smith's explode.)



ZERO ONE:

Deus Ex Machina: Hooray for Blindey! As well as his trusty arachnid!

ZION:

(The sentinels begin to bugger off.)

Technician: It doesn't make sense.

Morpheus: He did it.

Kid: He saved us, he saved us. It's over, he did it, he did it, he did it, it's over, it's over, he did it, he did it!

Councillor Hamann: What is it Pencil? What happened?

Kid: Sir, he did it, sir, Neo, he did it!

Councillor Hamann: Did what?!

Kid: He ended the war, the machines are gone! The war is over, sir, the war is over! Zion! Zion! Zion, it's over, it's over, the war is over, the war is over!

(Someone rolls their eyes and torches the kid with one of those fancy blue Elecricity gun like things, (ah the joys of a wide vocabulary), anyway, the shooter is praised and had a national holiday named after him; 'Weller day'.

Morpheus: I imaginged this moment so long. Is this real? Or am I just hallucinating due to

Niobe: Neo. Thank you.



THE MATRIX, SOMEWHERE ON A SIDEWALK:

Black cat (Like the black cat in Neo's deja vu in Matrix 1): They said that I'd get more then one line in Revolutions but did I? Did I fuck!

Sati: Good morning.

Black Cat: Bah! Conversing with an infant, you'll never get an intelligible response.

Eddie: You think you've got problems, I had to scurry through that line of Smith's earlier, any one of which could have squished me, and I didn't even get hazard pay!

Black Cat: My heart bleeds for you.



THE MATRIX, SOMEWHERE IN A PARK:

(The Architect appears)

Oracle: Well now, ain't this a surprise.

The Architect: You played a very dangerous game.

Oracle: Change always is.

The Architect: Just how long do you think this peace is going to last?

Oracle: As long as it can. What about the others?

The Architect: What others?

Oracle: The members of the 'Smith' fan club, they'll be devastated.

The Architect: They'll be distracted with shiny things until we can get them addicted to tranquillisers.

Oracle: I have your word?

The Architect: What do you think I am? A pretzel?

Sati: Oracle! We were afraid we might never find you. We got lost and Seraph refused to ask for directions

Seraph: She's lying!

Oracle: Everything is ok now.

Sati: Look, look!

(The Oracle stares at the sun, only to be temporarily blinded by it. Serves her right, you shouldn't stare at the sun, that's just foolish.)

Oracle: ARGH! What the Hell is wrong with you Sati?!

Sati: (Devious laughing).

Oracle: Git.

Sati: Will we ever see Neo again?

Oracle: I suspect so, when he finally claws his way out of that hole.

(Meanwhile, Neo is trying desperately to climb out of the hole he and Smith fell in, he keeps falling back in however.)

Seraph: Did you always know?

Oracle: Oh no... No, I didn't. I .

And that's that. Hope you enjoyed this, assorted thankings to reviewers, so on and so forth.