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On second thoughts, let's not go there. It is a silly place. Found them? In Mercia?! The coconut's tropical! He hasn't got shit all over him. She looks like one. How do you know she is a witch? Well, how'd you become king, then?

Burn her! But you are dressed as one… Found them? In Mercia?! The coconut's tropical! We want a shrubbery!! But you are dressed as one… Now, look here, my good man.

The nose? What a strange person. Shut up! How do you know she is a witch?

I have to push the pram a lot. We shall say 'Ni' again to you, if you do not appease us. Now, look here, my good man. How do you know she is a witch? Well, Mercia's a temperate zone!

Where'd you get the coconuts? We found them. Well, we did do the nose. Burn her! It's only a model.

Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help, help, I'm being repressed! The Knights Who Say Ni demand a sacrifice! Camelot! You can't expect to wield supreme power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!

I dunno. Must be a king. Bring her forward! You don't vote for kings. We want a shrubbery!!

Oh, ow! Did you dress her up like this? Well, what do you want? 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 can't expect to wield supreme power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you! Be quiet! Now, look here, my good man. 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.

Where'd you get the coconuts? Burn her! 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.

Where'd you get the coconuts? Did you dress her up like this? He hasn't got shit all over him. Who's that then?

And the hat. She's a witch! Well, I didn't vote for you. Bloody Peasant! How do you know she is a witch?

Well, Mercia's a temperate zone! Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help, help, I'm being repressed! She looks like one. It's only a model. Shut up! Will you shut up?!

The nose? What a strange person. 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.

But you are dressed as one… Be quiet! It's only a model. Oh, ow! 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.

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. Burn her!

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! Why do you think that she is a witch?

Burn her anyway! Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help, help, I'm being repressed! A newt? The Knights Who Say Ni demand a sacrifice! Bloody Peasant!

Shh! Knights, I bid you welcome to your new home. Let us ride to Camelot! Burn her! 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? The nose? 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. I am your king.