Look! I've had worse. 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. Yes! I don't want to go on the cart! Well, do us a favor. What? Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system. Come on, you pansy!
Oh. Oh, I see. Running away, eh? You yellow bastards! Come back here and take what's coming to you. I'll bite your legs off! Oh, there you go bringing class into it again. Good! Heh heh You don't frighten us, English pig-dogs! Right! Charge! Well?
Uh, but you are dressed as one. She turned me into a newt. So be it! How do you know she is a witch? I'm not dead! You're fooling yourself. We're living in a dictatorship: a self-perpetuating autocracy in which the working classes-- Oh, certainly, sir. It could be carried by an African swallow! Listen. Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony. Who's that, then?