Well, what do you want?

We found them. Camelot! Found them? In Mercia?! The coconut’s tropical! And this isn’t my nose. This is a false one.

I’m not a witch. He hasn’t got shit all over him. …Are you suggesting that coconuts migrate? Camelot! The nose?

I’m not a witch.

Be quiet! We want a shrubbery!! 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.

  1. We shall say ‘Ni’ again to you, if you do not appease us.
  2. Burn her!
  3. We want a shrubbery!
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