I'm averting my eyes, O Lord. Ooh! Found them? In Mercia? The coconut's tropical! Oh, certainly, sir. Eh. You are indeed brave, Sir Knight, but the fight is mine. That's what it's all about. If only people would hear of-- Camelot!
Chickennn! I-- what? Look, my liege! Well, simple! They'd just use a strand of creeper! You don't vote for kings. Oh, Dennis, forget about freedom. What happens now? Right! Charge!
So, they couldn't bring a coconut back anyway. Not at all. They could be carried. Look well, Arthur, for it is your sacred task to seek this grail. Yes! Oh, what a give-away. Did you hear that? Did you hear that, eh? That's what I'm on about. Did you see him repressing me? You saw it, didn't you? Hah! Well, it doesn't matter. Will you go and tell your master that Arthur from the Court of Camelot is here?
What is your name? You'll what? I'm not dead! No, you're not. You'll be stone dead in a moment. Well, don't. It's like those miserable Psalms-- they're so depressing. I-- what? Dennis, there's some lovely filth down here. Oh! How d'you do? Not at all. See you on Thursday. Look! Look, stop that.
Burn her! Burn her! Burn her! I have to push the pram a lot. Did you dress her up like this? We're opera mad in Camelot. We sing from the diaphragm a lot.
Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system.
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