We're opera mad in Camelot. We sing from the diaphragm a lot. Yes, brave Sir Robin turned about... You don't frighten us, English pig-dogs! Bravely bold Sir Robin rode forth from Camelot. Then I dub you 'Sir Bedemere, Knight of the Round Table'. 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. Yeah! This new learning amazes me, Sir Bedevere. Explain again how sheep's bladders may be employed to prevent earthquakes.
Shh! Knights, I bid you welcome to your new home. Let us ride... to... Camelot! Who are you who are so wise in the ways of science? You have proved yourself worthy. Will you join me?
Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system. King of the who? Who leaps out?
Well, how did you become King, then? We're opera mad in Camelot. We sing from the diaphragm a lot. Ooh! No, you're not. You'll be stone dead in a moment. Shut up, will you? Shut up!
Mind your own business! Right. All right. You don't frighten us, English pig-dogs! Oh! Yapping on all the time. How do you know she is a witch? A duck!
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