Dedicated to the Lord, who gave us free will.
It was another beautiful, danger-free day in the city. The birds were singing, the sun was shining, and the Amazing Rope Guy was trying to rob the Ye Olde Fancy Schmancy Jewelry Store.
"Hand over the Pearl Rope of Montezuma!" shouted the blue and yellow clad villain.
"All right sir, that will be five million dollars," Reginald answered.
"No, you see, I don't have any money, I'm . . ."
"Well, I certainly can't just give away this stuff for free, especially to someone wearing such a tacky outfit."
"Which is why I'm taking it!" With that, the Amazing Rope Guy, to the horror of the bystanders, twirled his lasso and flung it at Reginald . . . only for it to fall half-way between them.
Like I said, danger-free.
Just then, WordGirl flew in the door and tied the villain up with his own rope.
"Oh, it's you," said Reginald. "Would you do me a favor and remove this fellow to make room for the paying customers?"
And so, once again WordGirl has saved . . .
"Whoa, who said that?" said a random bystander.
"Oh that's just the Narrator," explained Wordgirl.
"The what?"
"The Narrator. A narrator is a person who tells a story or provides commentary to a story. For instance our Narrator sets the mood for most of our scenes, closes up every episode, and helps provide tension or information to the viewers."
"Well thanks Wordgirl."
"You're welcome."
"Wait," the bystander held up his hand, "you're saying we're part of a TV show?"
"Well, yeah."
"Didn't you know that sir?" asked Reginald.
"No I didn't know that. Just to make sure I understand, everything that happens here is because of our writers?"
"That's one way to put it," replied Wordgirl.
"So we can't take any responsibility for our actions because it's all their fault?"
"Er . . . I guess."
"In that case, the writers are telling me to do this!" He then quickly grabbed the Pearl Rope of Montezuma and made a dash for the exit, only to be stopped by Wordgirl and tied up in the stolen item.
"Hey, you can't do this! I didn't do anything wrong, the writers made me do it, don't blame me!"
"Well, you also can't blame me for stopping you because the writers made me."
" . . . Oh." He sighed. "Being fiction stinks."
Wordgirl rolled her eyes. "Tell me about it."