"You have a choice, Neo. There's always a choice."
From inside his trenchcoat, he pulled out a small, silver cigarette case and snapped it open. Inside, six pills rested in a little foam carrier.
"You take the blue pill - the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe." A crack of thunder broke the tension in the car, and Neo saw himself reflected in Morpheus's aviator glasses.
"You take the yellow pill, and you will find yourself in a beautiful, tropical paradise surrounded by gorgeous women in skimpy bikinis. All of your wishes will be provided for you!
"That one," Neo responded, reaching into the case. Morpheus snapped it shut on his fingers
"You have to hear all the options!"
"Fine," Neo responded, leaning back in his seat. "But that's the one I'm picking."
Morpheus opened the case again.
"You pick the green pill, and you will travel to Ireland and be the first person to ever catch a leprechaun and steal his pot of Gold!"
"I still pick yellow," Neo said.
"I'm not done yet!" Morpheus pouted. There was a moment of silence as he reverted back to his serious, mystical demeanor.
"You pick the red pill, and you become a terrible person and a huge sexist who will never have a fulfilling relationship in your entire life!"
"... Seriously?" Neo said.
"Yeah. I don't get it either. No one ever picks that one. Anyway, moving on..."
Neo smirked, still staring at the yellow pill.
"You pick the purple pill, and you become the owner of a gorgeous Italian villa in Tuscany, where you live out your days eating the finest food and drinking the finest wines!"
"Women in bikinis, though?"
"No," Morpheus answered.
Neo rolled his eyes.
"And finally, if you pick the orange pill, then you and I become best friends forever and we ride off into the sunset to fight bad guys in the Old West!"
Neo stared at him skeptically.
"Choose wisely, Neo. This will be your only..."
"YELLOW" Neo said emphatically.
Morpheus rolled his eyes and Trinity snickered from the front seat.
"Fine." he said, picking the yellow pill out and putting it in Neo's hand. "Nobody ever wants to pick orange," he grumbled under his breath.
Neo took a deep breath and popped the pill in his mouth. It was... sweet. And lemony. And slightly chewy.
"Is this... is this just a Skittle?"
Morpheus leaned in close. A crack of thunder broke the repetitive sound of rain drumming against the roof of the car.
"Taste the rainbow, Neo," he whispered.
Neo bolted upright in his bed. What an odd dream, he thought. He had a strange craving for something sweet.