I blow my nose at you, so-called Arthur King, you and all your silly English k-nnnnniggets. A duck! Oh, shut up. Are you suggesting coconuts migrate? I feel happy. I feel happy. Come on, you pansy! Well, but you can't expect to wield supreme executive power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you! 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! Then who is your lord?