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?
I am Arthur, King of the Britons. Well, u-- um, can we come up and have a look? Sorry. Yes, I have. We're opera mad in Camelot. We sing from the diaphragm a lot. A witch! A witch! A witch! A witch! Well, do us a favor. More witches! He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp. Yes.