Found them? In Mercia?! The coconut’s tropical! 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, Mercia’s a temperate zone! Why do you think that she is a witch? Well, I didn’t vote for you. I’m not a witch. But you are dressed as 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. Well, I didn’t vote for you.
Did you dress her up like this? A newt? We found them. I have to push the pram a lot. Well, she turned me into a newt. Why?
I’m not a witch. Bring her forward! 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!
