Shut up! Oh, I can't take him like that. It's against regulations. But then of course, uh, African swallows are non-migratory. Bravely ran away, away. Brave Sir Robin ran away. Did you dress her up like this?
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Pie Iesu domine... Well, it doesn't matter. Will you go and tell your master that Arthur from the Court of Camelot is here? Um, l-- look, i-- i-- if we built this large wooden badger... I don't wanna talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper! King of the who?
Tis but a scratch! I told you. We're an anarcho-syndicalist commune. We take it in turns to act as a sort of executive officer for the week,... You don't frighten us, English pig-dogs! Uh, he's already got one, you see. Hah! Come, Patsy. Yapping on all the time. Now look here, my good man...
Man. Sorry. What knight lives in that castle over there? Well, on second thought, let's not go to Camelot. It is a silly place. Well, don't. It's like those miserable Psalms-- they're so depressing. Tell us! Tell us! What a strange person. And don't apologize. Not at all. See you on Thursday. Just a flesh wound. Where'd you get the coconuts?
When danger reared its ugly head, he bravely turned his tail and fled. Yapping on all the time. Who are you who are so wise in the ways of science? Umm! What? Ridden on a horse? Well? I'm averting my eyes, O Lord. Charge! Well, I can't just call you 'Man'. King of the who?
Sir! I have a plan, sir. Eh. You are indeed brave, Sir Knight, but the fight is mine. God be praised! You're not fooling anyone, you know. Look. Isn't there something you can do? Does wood sink in water? Aaaagh! I command you, as King of the Britons, to stand aside! Ah, but can you not also make bridges out of stone? Well, we all are. We are all Britons, and I am your king. No. No.
Well, how did you become King, then? Aaagh! Aaaaaaaah! Look, you stupid bastard. You've got no arms left. Eh. You are indeed brave, Sir Knight, but the fight is mine. Chicken! Right. I'll do you for that! Man!
Halt! Who goes there? Oh, I don't think so. So, they couldn't bring a coconut back anyway. What? A swallow carrying a coconut? Thpppppt! Thppt! Thppt! I command you, as King of the Britons, to stand aside! Oh, let's be nice to him.
Oh, cut your own head off! If you will not show us the Grail, we shall take your castle by force! It's not a question of where he grips it! It's a simple question of weight ratios! A five ounce bird could not carry a one pound coconut. Order, eh? Who does he think he is? Heh. Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system. Nine pence. Now, knock it off!
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