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?
Help! Help! I'm being repressed! The pond! Throw her into the pond! Oooh. Wait a minute! Supposing two swallows carried it together? And gallantly, he chickened out. I didn't know we had a king. I thought we were an autonomous collective. Bring her forward. No. No. No one lives there.