Well, I got better.
Well, we did do the nose. You don’t vote for kings. I am your king. And the hat. She’s a witch!
Well, we did do the nose. And this isn’t my nose. This is a false one. Did you dress her up like this? Oh, ow! Knights of Ni, we are but simple travelers who seek the enchanter who lives beyond these woods.
Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help, help, I’m being repressed!
We shall say ‘Ni’ again to you, if you do not appease us. She looks like 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.
- I am your king.
- Where’d you get the coconuts?
- She looks like one.