What is your name? Do they hurt? It could be carried by an African swallow! Very good. We shall use my largest scales. Well, don't. It's like those miserable Psalms-- they're so depressing. ...but all the decisions of that officer have to be ratified at a special bi-weekly meeting... Every time I try to talk to someone it's 'sorry this' and 'forgive me that' and 'I'm not worthy'. I am, and this is my trusty servant Patsy. We have ridden the length and breadth of the land in search of knights who will join me in my court at Camelot. I must speak with your lord and master. Man. Sorry. What knight lives in that castle over there?
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It is I, Arthur, son of Uther Pendragon, from the castle of Camelot. King of the Britons, defeater of the Saxons, Sovereign of all England! Come here! I fart in your general direction! I don't wanna talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper!