Tis but a scratch! Aagh! If he will give us food and shelter for the night, he can join us in our quest for the Holy Grail. Every time I try to talk to someone it's 'sorry this' and 'forgive me that' and 'I'm not worthy'. His head smashed in and his heart cut out. Well, on second thought, let's not go to Camelot. It is a silly place. Well, when's your next round? Yes! Look! Look, you stupid bastard. You've got no arms left.