8 hours later I jacked in and saw Samuel L. Jackson and Winston walking away from me. They looked like they had been in a huge battle, with their torn cloths and clearly empty ammunition cartridges. "Hey guys, I know Kung Fu." Was what I would have said if Samuel L. Jackson hadn't turned around and shot at me with a Fifty Calabur bullet when I started to say "Hey".

I tried to dodge, but the bullet hit me in the left shoulder, and I was thrown backwards into a wall. "Oh shit." I mumbled as I tried to focus. "What the hell was that for?" I asked. "You moved just like an agent." Samuel L. Jackson said. "He didn't move at all you idiot!" said Winston. "Oh, must have been my bad eyesight." Said Samuel L. Jackson.

"So what are we going to do now?" I asked as I tore part of my trenchcoat off to make a makeshift bandage. "Well, this stack of papers says that… Samuel L. Jackson is going to be kidnapped by an agent… you will go to see the oracle… we will save Samuel L. Jackson… and you will have a really cool fight with an agent." Said Winston. "That sounds cool I guess." I said. "Oh, but we're mainly here to get that bug out of you, so, hold still." Said Samuel L. Jackson, as he pulled out a creepy thing that he put on my stomach. "That can't be safHOLY JESUS!" I cried as Samuel L. Jackson pulled the bug out of me.

Just as we were about to flush the toilet and destroy the bug, a dislexic monkey with rabies smashed through the concrete wall and tackled Samuel L. Jackson to the ground, and dragged him back through the wall. Then the man who talked about the matrix stepped through the wall and said, "Mr.Anderson, we will meet again, and when we do, I will not let you leave." Said the man who talked about the matrix. He then followed the monkey, and Winston said, "We better get out of here while we can." "Right…" I muttered as I awnsered the telephone.