Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system!
He hasn’t got shit all over him. Knights of Ni, we are but simple travelers who seek the enchanter who lives beyond these woods. Bloody Peasant! Shut up! Will you shut up?! Well, I got better.
I have to push the pram a lot. She looks like one. You don’t vote for kings. Shh! Knights, I bid you welcome to your new home. Let us ride to Camelot! Why do you think that she is a witch?
Well, she turned me into a newt.
Bloody Peasant! The Knights Who Say Ni demand a sacrifice! Well, Mercia’s a temperate zone! Shut up!
- Bring her forward!
- Where’d you get the coconuts?
- Burn her anyway!
We found them.
You don’t frighten us, English pig-dogs! Go and boil your bottoms, sons of a silly person! I blow my nose at you, so-called Ah-thoor Keeng, you and all your silly English K-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-niggits! I’m not a witch.
- How do you know she is a witch?
- I’m not a witch.
- Well, what do you want?
We found them. And this isn’t my nose. This is a false one. And this isn’t my nose. This is a false one. You don’t vote for kings. And the hat. She’s a witch! No, no, no! Yes, yes. A bit. But she’s got a wart.
It’s only a model. Well, how’d you become king, then? And the hat. She’s a witch! And the hat. She’s a witch!
Well, Mercia’s a temperate zone! And the hat. She’s a witch! We want a shrubbery!! Be quiet! The nose?
Bring her forward! But you are dressed as one… Well, Mercia’s a temperate zone! He hasn’t got shit all over him. You don’t vote for kings.
Did you dress her up like this? We found them. You don’t frighten us, English pig-dogs! Go and boil your bottoms, sons of a silly person! I blow my nose at you, so-called Ah-thoor Keeng, you and all your silly English K-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-niggits!
Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system! He hasn’t got shit all over him. Listen. Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.
He hasn’t got shit all over him. What do you mean? Be quiet! I’m not a witch.
The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water, signifying by divine providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. That is why I am your king. Oh, ow!
The Knights Who Say Ni demand a sacrifice! I dunno. Must be a king. And the hat. She’s a witch! It’s only a model. A newt?
Shut up! What do you mean? Who’s that then? How do you know she is a witch? Who’s that then?
I dunno. Must be a king. He hasn’t got shit all over him. No, no, no! Yes, yes. A bit. But she’s got a wart. Well, we did do the nose.