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. We shall say ‘Ni’ again to you, if you do not appease us.
I am your king. 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.
Be quiet! Ni! Ni! Ni! Ni! Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system! What a strange person.
Who’s that then? Who’s that then? She looks like one. We shall say ‘Ni’ again to you, if you do not appease us.
Found them? In Mercia?! The coconut’s tropical! Look, my liege! Bring her forward! Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help, help, I’m being repressed! We want a shrubbery!!
I have to push the pram a lot. Bring her forward! Shh! Knights, I bid you welcome to your new home. Let us ride to Camelot! The nose? What a strange person.
Now, look here, my good man. And the hat. She’s a witch! Bloody Peasant! I am your king.
You can’t expect to wield supreme power just ’cause some watery tart threw a sword at you! Did you dress her up like this? 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.
No, no, no! Yes, yes. A bit. But she’s got a wart. You don’t vote for kings. 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? 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!
Burn her! No, no, no! Yes, yes. A bit. But she’s got a wart. You don’t vote for kings. Well, we did do the nose.
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