One thing I can't stand, it's people groveling. Yes, Lord. Well, what are you, then? Then who is your lord? Bravest of the brave, Sir Robin. Right. Right. Apples! So, how do we tell whether she is made of wood? You don't vote for kings.
Well, on second thought, let's not go to Camelot. It is a silly place. I blow my nose at you, so-called Arthur King, you and all your silly English k-nnnnniggets. But then of course, uh, African swallows are non-migratory. Are you suggesting coconuts migrate? Yes, brave Sir Robin turned about... Please! Charge! Yeah! Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! And this one's for your dad!
And you. Oh, quick! Get the sword out. I want to cut his head off! Go and tell your master that we have been charged by God with a sacred quest. None shall pass. So, how do we tell whether she is made of wood? What? The pond! Throw her into the pond!