One thing I can't stand, it's people groveling. Man! I mean, if I went 'round saying I was an emperor just because some moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me, they'd put me away! So he has. He's scarpered. I blow my nose at you, so-called Arthur King, you and all your silly English k-nnnnniggets. Oh, Dennis, forget about freedom. ...but all the decisions of that officer have to be ratified at a special bi-weekly meeting... Tis but a scratch!