Our founding fathers guaranteed us certain protections... The freedom of speech, freedom of religion, the freedom to own and play stringed instruments of all kinds. Those founding fathers didn't place restrictions on these freedoms. They didn't say, 'The right to play guitar shall not be violated except when used to play Green Day's Time Of Your Life over and over again in the common area of your dorm!' No! Where will these restrictions end? A background check when you want to take up the banjo? A five-day waiting period to buy a Telecaster™? An all-out ban on the Flying V™ or, dare I say, Whammy Bar™?! Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, it is up to you to defend our right to keep and bear guitars!
Life has a melody, Gaius. A rhythm of notes that become your existence once played in harmony with God's plan. It's time to do your part and realize your destiny. –Which is what, exactly? –You are the Guardian and Protector of the New Generation of God's Children. The first member of our family will be with us soon, Gaius. It's time to make your choice. –But I don't understand what you're talking about. Really, I don't understand. –Come. See the face of the shape of things to come.