Tis but a scratch! Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Right. Right. You don't vote for kings. Who's that, then? Now look here, my good man... Bring out your dead!
A duck! How do you know she is a witch? We do routines and chorus scenes With footwork impeccable. We dine well here in Camelot. We eat ham and jam and spam a lot. Order, eh? Who does he think he is? Heh. Listen. In order to maintain air-speed velocity, a swallow needs to beat its wings forty-three times every second, right?
A duck! I didn't know we had a king. I thought we were an autonomous collective. Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! He was not afraid to die, O brave Sir Robin Apples! Hah! The swallow may fly south with the sun or the house martin or the plover may seek warmer climes in winter, yet these are not strangers to our land?
Wait a minute! Supposing two swallows carried it together? I dunno. Must be a king. 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. The Black Knight always triumphs! Have at you! Come on, then. 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. Hey, this one is for your mother! There you go. 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!
Man! Who are you who are so wise in the ways of science? Will you ask your master if he wants to join my court at Camelot?! So? We have ridden since the snows of winter covered this land, through the kingdom of Mercia, through... Well I got better. Is there someone else up there we could talk to? Then who is your lord? No. What are you doing in England?
Oh! I have to push the pram a lot.
The pond! Throw her into the pond! No. Now, go away, or I shall taunt you a second time-a! Yes, he is. There are ways of telling whether she is a witch. Pull the other one!
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. No. Tell us! Tell us! Then I dub you 'Sir Bedemere, Knight of the Round Table'.
Please! Please, good people. I am in haste. Who lives in that castle? 'Course it's a good idea! Behold! I'm thirty-seven. I'm not old. 'cause they're made of... wood? I'm averting my eyes, O Lord. His head smashed in and his heart cut out. 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! We haven't got enough mud. You don't frighten us, English pig-dogs!
Very good. We shall use my largest scales. If you will not show us the Grail, we shall take your castle by force! Well? What, held under the dorsal guiding feathers?
Am I right? What? Oh, certainly, sir. Go and tell your master that we have been charged by God with a sacred quest. Aaagh!
And the hat, but she is a witch! We've found a witch!
He hasn't got shit all over him. Yes, brave Sir Robin turned about... His head smashed in and his heart cut out. Good idea, O Lord!
Fiends! I'll tear them apart! Well, why not? Yes, I see.
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