The Knights Who Say Ni demand a sacrifice! I have to push the pram a lot. Who’s that then? The Knights Who Say Ni demand a sacrifice! Ni! Ni! Ni! Ni!
Shh! Knights, I bid you welcome to your new home. Let us ride to Camelot! Shut up! Will you shut up?! 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 dunno. Must be a king.
We shall say ‘Ni’ again to you, if you do not appease us. Burn her anyway! It’s only a model. Burn her anyway! Knights of Ni, we are but simple travelers who seek the enchanter who lives beyond these woods.
- You don’t vote for kings.
- Burn her anyway!
- I dunno. Must be a king.
And this isn’t my nose. This is a false one.
Shut up! Will you shut up?! 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.
- Did you dress her up like this?
- He hasn’t got shit all over him.
- The nose?
On second thoughts, let’s not go there. It is a silly place. Well, she turned me into a newt. Well, Mercia’s a temperate zone! You don’t vote for kings. Shh! Knights, I bid you welcome to your new home. Let us ride to Camelot!
Who’s that then? Well, we did do the nose. The nose? Well, how’d you become king, then?
Found them? In Mercia?! The coconut’s tropical! You can’t expect to wield supreme power just ’cause some watery tart threw a sword at you! Well, what do you want? Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system!
Knights of Ni, we are but simple travelers who seek the enchanter who lives beyond these woods. No, no, no! Yes, yes. A bit. But she’s got a wart. I dunno. Must be a king. Shh! Knights, I bid you welcome to your new home. Let us ride to Camelot!
Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help, help, I’m being repressed! Well, she turned me into a newt. I dunno. Must be a king. Now, look here, my good man.
Bloody Peasant! How do you know she is a witch? Why? Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system! 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!
I have to push the pram a lot. 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!
Shut up! Bloody Peasant! 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!
