FifthWorldPics / She turned me into a newt.

You make me sad. So be it. Come, Patsy. 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. That's-- that's, uh-- that's enough music for now, lads. If he will give us food and shelter for the night, he can join us in our quest for the Holy Grail. Well, how did you become King, then? Are you suggesting coconuts migrate?

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4 years ago by demented_but_determined / $0.00

None shall pass. And this isn't my nose. It's a false one. Arthur, this is the Holy Grail. And his liver removed and his bowels unplugged. You liar! Bring out your dead! ...but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more major-- In that case, I shall have to kill you.

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