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'm not! Uh, churches! Churches! Come on, then. Will you ask your master if he wants to join my court at Camelot?! Go and boil your bottom, sons of a silly person. Well, on second thought, let's not go to Camelot. It is a silly place.