bettereveryloop / Or to have his eyes gouged out and his elbows broken, to have his kneecaps split and his body burned away And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin!
We're Knights of the Round Table. We dance whene'er we're able. Well, we all are. We are all Britons, and I am your king. You're not fooling anyone, you know. Look. Isn't there something you can do?
He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways, Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin! Thursday. Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! Run away! Well, I am King! In war we're tough and able, quite indefatigable. Between our quests we sequin vests and impersonate Clark Gable. That is your purpose, Arthur: the quest for the Holy Grail. You've got two empty halves of coconut and you're bangin' 'em together. Good! Heh heh