Jimmy: [Flapping his arms madly about, assumedly trying to fly] Itís not fair! Why canít I fly like those birds?
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Narrator: Well, Jimmy, for one thing, youíre not a bird. Youíre a human being, and humans canít propel themselves into their air like birds can. Besides that, youíre lacking a basic human quality!
Jimmy: What? You mean like blood, or a nervous system?
Narrator: No, Jimmy. You canít fly because you donít have free will.
Jimmy: Free will?
Narrator: Free will.
Jimmy: What is that, some kind of French dish?
Narrator: No, Jimmy. Free will is the ability to do anything you want to do.
Jimmy: Anything? If I had free will, I would turn myself into a baked potato!
Narrator: Yes, Jimmy. You could do anything you wanted! You could even pick up that hatchet over there and turn your neighbor Bob into a puddle of barely recognizable meat!
Narrator: Yes! But remember: you donít have free will, so you canít do that. You can try all you want, but it canít happen.
Jimmy: Iím gonna try it out for myself! [picks up a hatchet near a tree and walks briskly to Bobís backyard] Morniní, Bob!
Bob: Oh! Morniní, Jimmy. Howís things?
Jimmy: Bob, can I try an experiment on you?
Bob: What kind of experiment, Jimmy?
Jimmy: [raises his arms and swings at Bob, only to be repelled by an invisible force]
Jimmy: Gee-willikers! Whatís that?
Narrator: I told you, Jimmy. Your lack of free will kept you from invalidating Bob. But now Iím going to give you some free will, Jimmy. Use it wisely!
Jimmy: BRAINSSSS! [gives Bob a few good whacks with the hatchet, during which he grows wings and turns into a baked potato]
Jimmy: [flies away into the horizon in all of his baked, starchy goodness, screaming] FREE WILLLLLLL!!!!
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