You don’t vote for kings. The Knights Who Say Ni demand a sacrifice! He hasn’t got shit all over him. We want a shrubbery!! Shh! Knights, I bid you welcome to your new home. Let us ride to Camelot! Oh, ow!
You don’t vote for kings. Well, Mercia’s a temperate zone! But you are dressed as one… Well, Mercia’s a temperate zone! Well, I didn’t vote for you.
I’m not a witch. Did you dress her up like this? We found them. On second thoughts, let’s not go there. It is a silly place. A newt? 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!
I have to push the pram a lot. How do you know she is a witch? 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.
No, no, no! Yes, yes. A bit. But she’s got a wart. 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!