Did you dress her up like this? The Knights Who Say Ni demand a sacrifice! No, no, no! Yes, yes. A bit. But she’s got a wart. I am your king. Found them? In Mercia?! The coconut’s tropical!
Burn her! What a strange person. You don’t vote for kings. 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!
…Are you suggesting that coconuts migrate? Camelot! 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!
Found them? In Mercia?! The coconut’s tropical! Look, my liege! Shut up! I dunno. Must be a king. I am your king.
Be quiet! Found them? In Mercia?! The coconut’s tropical! Who’s that then? And the hat. She’s a witch!
Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help, help, I’m being repressed! 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.
Burn her! Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system! Shut up! No, no, no! Yes, yes. A bit. But she’s got a wart.
Well, I didn’t vote for you. Did you dress her up like this? Burn her anyway! It’s only a model. And the hat. She’s a witch!
…Are you suggesting that coconuts migrate? He hasn’t got shit all over him. Why do you think that she is a witch? Why?
Oh, ow! You can’t expect to wield supreme power just ’cause some watery tart threw a sword at you! What a strange person. A newt? Burn her anyway!