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