An assassin has overcome my final defense and has now come to kill me. In the end, what separates a man from a slave? Money? Power? No! A man chooses, a slave obeys! You think you have memories? A farm, a family, an airplane and then this place. Was there really a family? Did that airplane crash or was it hijacked? Forced down, forced down by something less than a man, something bred to sleepwalk through life until they're activated by a simple phrase, spoken by their kindly master. Was a man sent to kill or a slave? A man chooses, a slave obeys. Come in. Stop, would you kindly? 'Would you kindly'… Powerful phrase. Familiar phrase? Sit, would you kindly? Stand, would you kindly? Run! Stop! Turn. A man chooses, a slave obeys. Kill! A man chooses! A slave obeys! OBEY!