Burn her! You have proved yourself worthy. Will you join me? Well, we did do the nose. Did you dress her up like this? Who leaps out?
I'm invincible! What, held under the dorsal guiding feathers? Sorry. Look, I'll have your leg. Good Sir Knight, will you come with me to Camelot and join us at the Round Table? Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! I'm not dead! Who's that, then? Cider!
And gallantly, he chickened out. Um, l-- look, i-- i-- if we built this large wooden badger... Bring her forward. In war we're tough and able, quite indefatigable. Between our quests we sequin vests and impersonate Clark Gable. And therefore? You're not fooling anyone, you know. Look. Isn't there something you can do? 'Ere. He says he's not dead! Aaaagh! Well, what are you, then?
Aagh! I'm thirty-seven. I'm not old. Well, what are you, then? It's a busy life in Camelot. Do they hurt? You're a looney.
Sorry. Of course not! You are English types-a! Well, on second thought, let's not go to Camelot. It is a silly place. A witch! A witch! A witch! A witch!
Bread! Bravely bold Sir Robin rode forth from Camelot.
We found them. Yeah! Not only by surprise, but totally unarmed! When danger reared its ugly head, he bravely turned his tail and fled. He says they've already got one! Then I dub you 'Sir Bedemere, Knight of the Round Table'.
A scratch? Your arm's off! I don't wanna talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper! Eh. You are indeed brave, Sir Knight, but the fight is mine. Are there? Please! Look well, Arthur, for it is your sacred task to seek this grail. Halt! Every time I try to talk to someone it's 'sorry this' and 'forgive me that' and 'I'm not worthy'.
No, you're not. You'll be stone dead in a moment. Who's that, then? More witches! I move for no man. And his nostrils raped and his bottom burned off... I have to push the pram a lot. You'll what? That is why I am your king!
What? No, they'd have to have it on a line. I feel fine! Old woman! Look, my liege! What do you mean? ...but all the decisions of that officer have to be ratified at a special bi-weekly meeting...
I think I'll go for a walk. What are you going to do, bleed on me? Oh, let's be nice to him. 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. A scratch? Your arm's off! He says they've already got one! Did you dress her up like this? He beat a very brave retreat... We do routines and chorus scenes With footwork impeccable. We dine well here in Camelot. We eat ham and jam and spam a lot. Augh, we didn't! We didn't...
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