Mud! Right. Right. Please! Please, good people. I am in haste. Who lives in that castle? Then I dub you 'Sir Bedemere, Knight of the Round Table'. He hasn't got shit all over him. He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways, Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin! Thursday.
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Aaaagh! 'cause they're made of... wood? Yes. Yeah, a bit. Oh, yeah.
I move for no man. I am, and this is my trusty servant Patsy. We have ridden the length and breadth of the land in search of knights who will join me in my court at Camelot. I must speak with your lord and master. Well, we all are. We are all Britons, and I am your king. Look, stop that. Every time I try to talk to someone it's 'sorry this' and 'forgive me that' and 'I'm not worthy'. Pull the other one! Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European swallow. That's my point. Camelot!
What? Ridden on a horse? I move for no man. Oh, cut your own head off!
Augh, we didn't! We didn't... Oh, King, eh, very nice. And how d'you get that, eh? By exploiting the workers! By 'anging on to outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic and social differences in our society. If there's ever going to be any progress with the-- His head smashed in and his heart cut out. It is I, Arthur, son of Uther Pendragon, from the castle of Camelot. King of the Britons, defeater of the Saxons, Sovereign of all England!
And the hat, but she is a witch! I didn't know we had a king. I thought we were an autonomous collective. Apples!