Post the Fifth, er, Third

A newt? Now, look here, my good man. Well, I got better. It’s only a model.

Found them? In Mercia?! The coconut’s tropical! I’m not a witch. Ni! Ni! Ni! Ni! 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. Shut up! Will you shut up?! The Knights Who Say Ni demand a sacrifice!

I’m not a witch. Camelot! I am your king. 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. I am your king. Who’s that then?

Well, I didn’t vote for you. We found them. Shut up! You don’t vote for kings. Camelot!

Knights of Ni, we are but simple travelers who seek the enchanter who lives beyond these woods. The nose? Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system!

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