text: Morpheus: "Mr. Pilkington, this is your last chance. You take the blue pill - the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill - you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes. " *Morpheus displays the pills in his hands as if he's on a tele-shopping advert or something* Karl: "I'm not havin' this like. Ya tellin' me to take these pills in yer hands, and I don't know where you've gotten 'em from. It's not on." *Karl shrugs his shoulders and refuses both offers* Morpheus: "Remember... all I'm offering is the truth. Nothing more." Karl: "I think it's a loada bullshit, I'm not doing it." Karl: "Look, I've had it with these blokes following 'is around in black suits and sunglasses. I can't go to Burger King with these tossers stalking 'is constantly." Morpheus: "Take the desired pill, and you will no longer have to endure such behaviour." Karl: "Y'know, this could be a trap n' all that. I mean like, you've got some nice IKEA furniture here and all that... but your telly is shit, has the Freeview package and that's about it. I can't exactly trust ya. I'm not takin' any of your pills, mate. You're like a druggie trying to sell 'is a Capri-Sun without a straw." Karl: "I'm not playing with ya, this is bloody daft this. Take 'is back to Tescos, I was in the middle of a shop and ye screwing around with these pills n' that. I'm not having that." *Karl gets up, only to be interrupted by Morpheus and told, politely, to sit down* Morpheus: "You will be able to manipulate what you have always perceived as reality." Karl: "No, I'm not doing it. I don't like it. It's weird." Morpheus: "We're in the Matrix, a simulated reality that we have always perceived as true reality. You and many others have been enslaved by intelligent machines, intelligent machines that use as batteries." *Morpheus displays a Duracell battery* Karl: "You're havin' a laugh, mate. It's not happening. I'm sticking with the usual. My arse is freezing, I wanna go home. *Morpheus glances at Karl in intrigue* Morpheus: "Unfortunately, no one can be told what the Matrix is. You have to see it for yourself." Karl: "I'm not doing this bloody deal, I just want these twats to stop following 'is around and let 'is eat a whopper." Morpheus: "What is real? How do you define 'real'? If you're talking about what you can feel, what you can smell, what you can taste and see, then 'real' is simply electrical signals interpreted by your brain." Karl: "Your bullshit is unreal, mate. I'm not havin' it. I'm going home.