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?
My liege! I would be honored. In war we're tough and able, quite indefatigable. Between our quests we sequin vests and impersonate Clark Gable. No. Cherries! What, held under the dorsal guiding feathers? Sir! I have a plan, sir. Nothing. Here's your nine pence. I'm thirty-seven. I'm not old. Well, don't. It's like those miserable Psalms-- they're so depressing.