On second thoughts, let’s not go there.

Burn her! Oh, ow! I dunno. Must be a king. On second thoughts, let’s not go there. It is a silly place. I’m not a witch.

Where’d you get the coconuts? Bring her forward! We shall say ‘Ni’ again to you, if you do not appease us. Well, Mercia’s a temperate zone! I’m not a witch.

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! 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.

You don’t vote for kings. Well, what do you want? Did you dress her up like this? She looks like one.

I am your king. Well, we did do the nose. He hasn’t got shit all over him. No, no, no! Yes, yes. A bit. But she’s got a wart. I am your king. But you are dressed as oneā€¦

Now, look here, my good man. Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system! Bring her forward! Shut up! Will you shut up?! We found them. 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.

We shall say ‘Ni’ again to you, if you do not appease us. Well, we did do the nose. Shut up! You don’t vote for kings. Well, I got better.

She looks like one. The nose? It’s only a model. Where’d you get the coconuts? Well, she turned me into a newt.

Burn her anyway! 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.

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! Ni! Ni! Ni! Ni!

We shall say ‘Ni’ again to you, if you do not appease us. The nose? Well, what do you want? I am your king. Why? Did you dress her up like this?

Who’s that then? Well, I got better. 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!

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! Shh! Knights, I bid you welcome to your new home. Let us ride to Camelot!

Burn her anyway! I am your king. How do you know she is a witch? He hasn’t got shit all over him. Be quiet! Look, my liege!

Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system! And this isn’t my nose. This is a false one. Why do you think that she is a witch? You can’t expect to wield supreme power just ’cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!