I would have gone into Joel Silver's office, sat down in front of his desk, given him the finger, then told him there's no way in Hell I was going to make the Matrix into a trilogy.
But just like with the Warchowski Brothers,
he would've quickly offered me more money, and I would've made the same kind of bullshit that they made.
And when cats like me bitched about how terrible they were, I would just laugh and pop another bottle of crys.