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A bass-baritone is rowing on a lake, cheerfully singing to himself, "Toreador, en garde!" God is looking down from heaven and, feeling a little bored, says to himself, "Gee, I wonder what would happen if I took half of his brain away!" Well, He does this, but the fellow just keeps right on rowing and singing, "Toreador, en garde!" God sees this and remarks, "Fascinating, I wonder what would happen if I took away half of the brain he has left..." He does this, but the bass-baritone is still rowing and singing along, "Toreador, en garde!" God finally says to himself, "That's it, I just have to see what happens if I take his *entire* brain away..." God does this, and the fellow keeps rowing, but now he's singing, "La donna e mobile!"
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