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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Here is a duck. Use this duck. Oh, let's be nice to him. It's only a model. Oh, yeah. Oh. What do you mean? I am Arthur, King of the Britons. No, they'd have to have it on a line. You're using coconuts! So, why do witches burn? Oh, what a give-away. Did you hear that? Did you hear that, eh? That's what I'm on about. Did you see him repressing me? You saw it, didn't you?