Aaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaah! Bravely ran away, away. Well, I didn't know you were called 'Dennis'. 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! Aaagh! I'm not dead! Throw her into the pond! I can't.
Oh! He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp. Well I got better.
Ooh! Right! Arthur, King of the Britons, your Knights of the Round Table shall have a task to make them an example in these dark times.
Burn her! Burn! Burn her! Burn her! Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries! Cherries! Well, I am King!
Well, I'll ask him, but I don't think he'll be very keen. Bring her forward. I fart in your general direction! Good! Heh heh
That's what it's all about. If only people would hear of-- More witches! Who are you who are so wise in the ways of science? Oh, Dennis, forget about freedom. Burn her! Burn her! Burn her! You've got two empty halves of coconut and you're bangin' 'em together. Allo! Who is eet? I think I'll go for a walk. Ah, thanks very much. Well, when's your next round?
Oh, yeah. Oh. I am Arthur, King of the Britons. Ooh! Augh, we didn't! We didn't... You'll what?
If... she... weighs... the same as a duck,... she's made of wood. What makes you think she is a witch? You're a looney. Not at all. See you on Thursday. Look! Chickennn! Does wood sink in water?
Oh, don't grovel! Right. Remove the supports! Mud! And the hat, but she is a witch! Dennis, there's some lovely filth down here. Oh! How d'you do?
Here's one. Bring out your dead! Nine pence. Build a bridge out of her. So, why do witches burn? 'cause they're made of... wood? Oh, don't grovel!
Who are you who are so wise in the ways of science? Yes. Uh, gra-- gravy!
I'm not interested! Who are you who are so wise in the ways of science? That's-- that's, uh-- that's enough music for now, lads. God be praised! Arthur, this is the Holy Grail. The Black Knight always triumphs! Have at you! Come on, then. Bravest of the brave, Sir Robin. Oh, certainly, sir. I can't. Yes!
Well, do us a favor. Uh, very small rocks! Well, why not? So, why do witches burn? Bring her forward. ...but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more major-- Now stand aside, worthy adversary.
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