Come on, then. Halt!

I-- what? Or to have his eyes gouged out and his elbows broken, to have his kneecaps split and his body burned away And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin! Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system!

So, why do witches burn? So he has. He's scarpered.

Yes. Oh, yeah, I agree with that. Tell us! Tell us! If you will not show us the Grail, we shall take your castle by force! This new learning amazes me, Sir Bedevere. Explain again how sheep's bladders may be employed to prevent earthquakes. Right. All right. Cherries! She has got a wart. Man. Sorry. What knight lives in that castle over there?

So, they couldn't bring a coconut back anyway. They dressed me up like this. We've got a witch! No, you're not. You'll be stone dead in a moment. Why? Well, he will be soon. He's very ill. A witch! A witch! A witch! A witch! Arthur! Arthur, King of the Britons! Ooh!

Am I right? Chicken! Yapping on all the time. Right. I'll do you for that! Right. Right.

We've got a witch! Oh, King, eh, very nice. And how d'you get that, eh? By exploiting the workers! By 'anging on to outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic and social differences in our society. If there's ever going to be any progress with the-- And you. Oh, quick! Get the sword out. I want to cut his head off!

What? Ridden on a horse? I'm thirty-seven. I'm not old. Aaagh! Bread! What are you doing in England? Yes, I see.

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. Very good. We shall use my largest scales. He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp. Well, I can't just call you 'Man'.