Now, look here, my good man. 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. Who’s that then? A newt? Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help, help, I’m being repressed!
First shalt thou take
Bring her forward! And this isn’t my nose. This is a false one. Well, she turned me into a newt. I’m not a witch. Camelot! I dunno. Must be a king.
I am your king. We found them. No, no, no! Yes, yes. A bit. But she’s got a wart. Well, we did do the nose. On second thoughts, let’s not go there. It is a silly place. Ni! Ni! Ni! Ni!