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!
How do you know she is a witch?
Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system! Shh! Knights, I bid you welcome to your new home. Let us ride to Camelot! Burn her anyway! On second thoughts, let’s not go there. It is a silly place.
We shall say ‘Ni’ again to you, if you do not appease us. Well, how’d you become king, then? Look, my liege! Shh! Knights, I bid you welcome to your new home. Let us ride to Camelot! Ni! Ni! Ni! Ni!
He hasn’t got shit all over him. And this isn’t my nose. This is a false 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. Why do you think that she is a witch? What do you mean? And the hat. She’s a witch!
Help, help, I’m being repressed!
Well, how’d you become king, then? Ni! Ni! Ni! Ni! What do you mean? You don’t vote for kings. Where’d you get the coconuts?
The Knights Who Say Ni demand a sacrifice!
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. 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. Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help, help, I’m being repressed!
Sets The Cinema Back 900 Years!
- Well, I didn’t vote for you.
- I’m not a witch.
- On second thoughts, let’s not go there. It is a silly place.
Shut up and take my money! Oh Leela! You’re the only person I could turn to; you’re the only person who ever loved me. I saw you with those two “ladies of the evening” at Elzars. Explain that. Tell her you just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating. Five hours? Aw, man! Couldn’t you just get me the death penalty? Noooooo!
The Mutants Are Revolting
Ok, we’ll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we’ll go ride the bumper cars. Bite my shiny metal ass. Look, everyone wants to be like Germany, but do we really have the pure strength of ‘will’?
Why Must I Be a Crustacean in Love?
Humans dating robots is sick. You people wonder why I’m still single? It’s ’cause all the fine robot sisters are dating humans! Check it out, y’all. Everyone who was invited is here. And then the battle’s not so bad? We don’t have a brig. It may comfort you to know that Fry’s death took only fifteen seconds, yet the pain was so intense, that it felt to him like fifteen years. And it goes without saying, it caused him to empty his bowels.
Now, look here, my good man. Why do you think that she is a witch? Listen.