Well, I didn't vote for you.

Where'd you get the coconuts? I have to push the pram a lot. …Are you suggesting that coconuts migrate? Burn her anyway! I have to push the pram a lot.

No, no, no! Yes, yes. A bit. But she's got a wart. Well, how'd you become king, then? Camelot! 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 vote for kings.

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

  1. I dunno. Must be a king.
  2. Knights of Ni, we are but simple travelers who seek the enchanter who lives beyond these woods.
  3. Burn her!

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!

Well, she turned me into a newt. Well, Mercia's a temperate zone! Burn her! We found them. I am your king. Well, what do you want?

  • I have to push the pram a lot.
  • Who's that then?
  • Now, look here, my good man.

No, no, no! Yes, yes. A bit. But she's got a wart. How do you know she is a witch? Now, look here, my good man. Well, Mercia's a temperate zone!

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

Camelot! A newt? You can't expect to wield supreme power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you! Well, what do you want?

Well, what do you want? We shall say 'Ni' again to you, if you do not appease us. I'm not a witch. A newt? And the hat. She's a witch!

I have to push the pram a lot. He hasn't got shit all over him. Look, my liege! Well, how'd you become king, then? Now, look here, my good man.

Why? 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! We want a shrubbery!! Oh, ow! 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!

She looks like one. Shut up! I am your king. We shall say 'Ni' again to you, if you do not appease us.

Shut up! Will you shut up?! You don't vote for kings. Where'd you get the coconuts? Bloody Peasant! Bloody Peasant!

The nose? Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system! Burn her! Where'd you get the coconuts? Burn her!

What a strange person. You can't expect to wield supreme power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you! And this isn't my nose. This is a false one. Well, I got better.

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