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How do you know she is a witch?

Burn her anyway! Well, I got better. Look, my liege! What do you mean?

I'm not dead!

We want a shrubbery!! The Knights Who Say Ni demand a sacrifice! Who's that then? We want a shrubbery!!

  • We shall say 'Ni' again to you, if you do not appease us.
  • 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!
  • Oh, ow!

What a strange person

Well, how'd you become king, then? No, no, no! Yes, yes. A bit. But she's got a wart. But you are dressed as one… Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system! I am your king.

The Knights Who Say Ni demand a sacrifice!

A newt? He hasn't got shit all over him. Burn her anyway! Why do you think that she is a witch? Shut up!

  1. 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.
  2. Found them? In Mercia?! The coconut's tropical!
  3. Camelot!
What… is your quest?

Shh! Knights, I bid you welcome to your new home. Let us ride to Camelot! Bring her forward! You can't expect to wield supreme power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you! 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. 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! Found them? In Mercia?! The coconut's tropical!