This is a sticky post

This is a sticky post

First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin

The Knights Who Say Ni demand a sacrifice! Well, Mercia’s a temperate zone! Burn her anyway! I dunno. Must be a king. And the hat. She’s a witch! 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.

Makes Ben Hur look like an Epic!

Makes Ben Hur look like an Epic!

I dunno. Must be a king. Oh, ow! Burn her anyway! 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!

Am I right?

Now, look here, my good man. 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. Who’s that then? A newt? Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help, help, I’m being repressed!

What… is your quest?

How do you know she is a witch?

Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system! Shh! Knights, I bid you welcome to your new home. Let us ride to Camelot! Burn her anyway! On second thoughts, let’s not go there. It is a silly place.

We shall say ‘Ni’ again to you, if you do not appease us. Well, how’d you become king, then? Look, my liege! Shh! Knights, I bid you welcome to your new home. Let us ride to Camelot! Ni! Ni! Ni! Ni!

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Bridgekeeper

He hasn’t got shit all over him. And this isn’t my nose. This is a false one. 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. Why do you think that she is a witch? What do you mean? And the hat. She’s a witch!

Help, help, I’m being repressed!

Well, how’d you become king, then? Ni! Ni! Ni! Ni! What do you mean? You don’t vote for kings. Where’d you get the coconuts?

The Knights Who Say Ni demand a sacrifice!

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. 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. Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help, help, I’m being repressed!

Sets The Cinema Back 900 Years!

  • Well, I didn’t vote for you.
  • I’m not a witch.
  • Why?
  • On second thoughts, let’s not go there. It is a silly place.