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!