"Neo! Awnser the phone!" cried Tank. I snapped back into reality just long enough to pick up the phone and get logged out. "Thanks Tank." I said as he unplugged me from the machine. "Damn!" muttered Tank as he stepped back to the computer screen. "What?" I asked. "Well, it's just that when most people see the Dislexic Monkey Agents for the first time they are too stunned to do anything but run, let alone slam a door and pick up a phone, so I sent Winston in after you." replied Tank. "Wait! I thought everyone had a censor chip! How did you just say damn?" I asked. "Man, you're a dumbass, I'm 100 human, no plugs or anything, so they have no way to install a chip. Now aren't you a little bit worried about Winston?" asked Tank. "Right, I better go and save him using the power of the One." I said. "But you don't know Kung Fu." whined Tank. "Holy christ, alright teach me everything, but in the mean time send in someone to save Winstons ass." I said. "I will send in Samuel L. Jackson." responded Tank. I sat back down in the chair and learned two things. The first being that the needles don't feel better, and the second being Kung Fu.