Found them? In Mercia?! The coconut's tropical!

We found them. Burn her! Look, my liege! What do you mean? Ni! Ni! Ni! Ni! Oh, ow!
Burn her anyway! Be quiet! Knights of Ni, we are but simple travelers who seek the enchanter who lives beyond these woods. Who's that then?


He hasn't got shit all over him.

You don't vote for kings. You don't frighten us, English pig-dogs! Go and boil your bottoms, sons of a silly person! I blow my nose at you, so-called Ah-thoor Keeng, you and all your silly English K-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-niggits!
  1. Shut up! Will you shut up?!
  2. Bloody Peasant!
  3. Shh! Knights, I bid you welcome to your new home. Let us ride to Camelot!

But you are dressed as one…

Found them? In Mercia?! The coconut's tropical! Look, my liege! Oh, ow! Well, what do you want? Why do you think that she is a witch? Now, look here, my good man.
  • I am your king.
  • What do you mean?
  • Shut up! Will you shut up?!

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I don't want to talk to you no more, you empty-headed animal food trough water! I fart in your general direction! Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries! Now leave before I am forced to taunt you a second time! And this isn't my nose. This is a false one.
Oh, ow! We want a shrubbery!! He hasn't got shit all over him. What do you mean?
Look, my liege! A newt? We want a shrubbery!! Shut up!
Where'd you get the coconuts? We found them. But you are dressed as one… I am your king. 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.
Well, we did do the nose. Well, we did do the nose. Well, she turned me into a newt. 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.
The nose? I have to push the pram a lot. Did you dress her up like this? The swallow may fly south with the sun, and the house martin or the plover may seek warmer climes in winter, yet these are not strangers to our land.
And the hat. She's a witch! Why do you think that she is a witch? I'm not a witch. I am your king. And this isn't my nose. This is a false one.
But you are dressed as one… Burn her anyway! Shut up! You can't expect to wield supreme power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you! Why?
I dunno. Must be a king. Well, I didn't vote for you. Well, how'd you become king, then? 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. That is why I am your king.
Shut up! Be quiet! You don't frighten us, English pig-dogs! Go and boil your bottoms, sons of a silly person! I blow my nose at you, so-called Ah-thoor Keeng, you and all your silly English K-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-niggits!
Oh, ow! Where'd you get the coconuts? 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.

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