6/25/2015
Burt Beetle
Found them? In Mercia?! The coconut's tropical!
Shut up!
A newt? Bring her forward! And this isn't my nose. This is a false one. I dunno. Must be a king. Where'd you get the coconuts? Well, I didn't vote for you.
We shall say 'Ni' again to you, if you do not appease us. You don't vote for kings. We shall say 'Ni' again to you, if you do not appease us. But you are dressed as one… What do you mean? He hasn't got shit all over him.
Found them? In Mercia?! The coconut's tropical!
Why do you think that she is a witch? 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.
A newt? We want a shrubbery!! 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 can't expect to wield supreme power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!
Be quiet!
And the hat. She's a witch! The Knights Who Say Ni demand a sacrifice! Well, Mercia's a temperate zone! Why? Knights of Ni, we are but simple travelers who seek the enchanter who lives beyond these woods.
Be quiet! Well, Mercia's a temperate zone! I have to push the pram a lot. Where'd you get the coconuts? You don't vote for kings.
Oh, ow! A newt? We shall say 'Ni' again to you, if you do not appease us. Shut up! Will you shut up?! Well, how'd you become king, then? I have to push the pram a lot.
Burn her anyway! I dunno. Must be a king. I'm not a witch. Oh, ow! Look, my liege!
We want a shrubbery!! Look, my liege! I am your king. Burn her!
It's only a model. Well, I didn't vote for you. Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system! Well, I got better. Why?
The Knights Who Say Ni demand a sacrifice! I'm not a witch. Well, I didn't vote for you. Well, we did do the nose. But you are dressed as one…
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! Camelot!
Well, I got better. She looks like one. Camelot! What a strange person. Bloody Peasant!
The nose? He hasn't got shit all over him. 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.
Ni! Ni! Ni! Ni! Well, I didn't vote for you. And this isn't my nose. This is a false one. Well, she turned me into a newt. I am your king.
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! Well, what do you want?
Found them? In Mercia?! The coconut's tropical! Well, Mercia's a temperate zone! Burn her! Shut up! Will you shut up?! Well, we did do the nose.
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