If you will not show us the Grail, we shall take your castle by force! Well, we did do the nose. The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. Halt! Who goes there? I'm thirty-seven. Uh, churches! Churches! I dunno. Must be a king. I-- what? I'm invincible!