Bravely bold Sir Robin rode forth from Camelot. Tis but a scratch! ...but all the decisions of that officer have to be ratified at a special bi-weekly meeting... Allo! Who is eet? Umm! And that, my liege, is how we know the earth to be banana-shaped. Oh, I can't take him like that. It's against regulations. You make me sad. So be it. Come, Patsy. 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.