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!
First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin
I am your king. Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help, help, I’m being repressed! Well, I didn’t vote for you. Well, how’d you become king, then? The nose?
King Arthur
Knights of Ni, we are but simple travelers who seek the enchanter who lives beyond these woods. We want a shrubbery!! I dunno. Must be a king. Well, Mercia’s a temperate zone! Why? Camelot!
- The Knights Who Say Ni demand a sacrifice!
- Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system!
How do you know she is a witch?
And this isn’t my nose. This is a false one. Ni! Ni! Ni! Ni! Oh, ow! Burn her! Knights of Ni, we are but simple travelers who seek the enchanter who lives beyond these woods.