Burn her anyway! Well, we did do the nose. Look, my liege! And the hat. She’s a witch! Camelot!

And this isn’t my nose. This is a false one. What a strange person. Bloody Peasant! 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.

You can’t expect to wield supreme power just ’cause some watery tart threw a sword at you! Ni! Ni! Ni! Ni! Be quiet! Why do you think that she is a witch?

No, no, no! Yes, yes. A bit. But she’s got a wart. And this isn’t my nose. This is a false one. I am your king. You can’t expect to wield supreme power just ’cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!

I’m not a witch. You don’t vote for kings. I am your king. She looks like one.

We found them. Well, I got better. I don’t want to talk to you no more, you empty-headed animal food trough water! I fart in your general direction! Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries! Now leave before I am forced to taunt you a second time!

Bloody Peasant! Why do you think that she is a witch? Burn her! Oh, ow! And this isn’t my nose. This is a false one.

What do you mean? I’m not a witch. Well, I didn’t vote for you. I have to push the pram a lot. And this isn’t my nose. This is a false one.

Burn her anyway! Well, how’d you become king, then? I am your king. But you are dressed as one… Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system!

I’m not a witch. He hasn’t got shit all over him. …Are you suggesting that coconuts migrate? Camelot! The nose?

I’m not a witch.

Be quiet! We want a shrubbery!! 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.

1. We shall say ‘Ni’ again to you, if you do not appease us.
2. Burn her!
3. We want a shrubbery!