On second thoughts, let's not go there. It is a silly place.

Look, my liege! How do you know she is a witch? Why do you think that she is a witch? She looks like one. Knights of Ni, we are but simple travelers who seek the enchanter who lives beyond these woods.

Knights of Ni, we are but simple travelers who seek the enchanter who lives beyond these woods. We want a shrubbery!! Be quiet! But you are dressed as one… We want a shrubbery!!

Shut up!

Well, what do you want? How do you know she is a witch? I dunno. Must be a king. No, no, no! Yes, yes. A bit. But she's got a wart. Did you dress her up like this?

  1. The nose?
  2. Ni! Ni! Ni! Ni!
  3. What a strange person.

Well, how'd you become king, then?

And the hat. She's a witch! But you are dressed as one… What do you mean? We shall say 'Ni' again to you, if you do not appease us. You can't expect to wield supreme power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!

  • Well, she turned me into a newt.
  • Why do you think that she is a witch?
  • Did you dress her up like this?

Well, how'd you become king, then? Well, we did do the nose. Ni! Ni! Ni! Ni! What do you mean? Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help, help, I'm being repressed!

Shut up! Will you shut up?! Knights of Ni, we are but simple travelers who seek the enchanter who lives beyond these woods. I dunno. Must be a king. Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help, help, I'm being repressed!

You don't vote for kings. Bring her forward! Look, my liege! 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.

And the hat. She's a witch! And the hat. She's a witch! You don't frighten us, English pig-dogs! Go and boil your bottoms, sons of a silly person! I blow my nose at you, so-called Ah-thoor Keeng, you and all your silly English K-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-niggits!

Knights of Ni, we are but simple travelers who seek the enchanter who lives beyond these woods. Be quiet! Found them? In Mercia?! The coconut's tropical! She looks like one.

And this isn't my nose. This is a false one. You can't expect to wield supreme power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you! Shut up! Will you shut up?! Ni! Ni! Ni! Ni! We want a shrubbery!!

It's only a model. Now, look here, my good man. Oh, ow! You don't vote for kings.

We shall say 'Ni' again to you, if you do not appease us. Well, she turned me into a newt. Burn her anyway! No, no, no! Yes, yes. A bit. But she's got a wart. Knights of Ni, we are but simple travelers who seek the enchanter who lives beyond these woods.

Burn her! Did you dress her up like this? He hasn't got shit all over him. Did you dress her up like this? We found them. Well, Mercia's a temperate zone!

Shh! Knights, I bid you welcome to your new home. Let us ride to Camelot! Ni! Ni! Ni! Ni! Well, Mercia's a temperate zone! What a strange person. It's only a model.

Look, my liege! We want a shrubbery!! 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. Well, what do you want?

Look, my liege! How do you know she is a witch? Why do you think that she is a witch? She looks like one. Knights of Ni, we are but simple travelers who seek the enchanter who lives beyond these woods.

Knights of Ni, we are but simple travelers who seek the enchanter who lives beyond these woods. We want a shrubbery!! Be quiet! But you are dressed as one… We want a shrubbery!!

Shut up!

Well, what do you want? How do you know she is a witch? I dunno. Must be a king. No, no, no! Yes, yes. A bit. But she's got a wart. Did you dress her up like this?

  1. The nose?
  2. Ni! Ni! Ni! Ni!
  3. What a strange person.

Well, how'd you become king, then?

And the hat. She's a witch! But you are dressed as one… What do you mean? We shall say 'Ni' again to you, if you do not appease us. You can't expect to wield supreme power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!

  • Well, she turned me into a newt.
  • Why do you think that she is a witch?
  • Did you dress her up like this?

Well, how'd you become king, then? Well, we did do the nose. Ni! Ni! Ni! Ni! What do you mean? Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help, help, I'm being repressed!

Shut up! Will you shut up?! Knights of Ni, we are but simple travelers who seek the enchanter who lives beyond these woods. I dunno. Must be a king. Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help, help, I'm being repressed!

You don't vote for kings. Bring her forward! Look, my liege! 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.

And the hat. She's a witch! And the hat. She's a witch! You don't frighten us, English pig-dogs! Go and boil your bottoms, sons of a silly person! I blow my nose at you, so-called Ah-thoor Keeng, you and all your silly English K-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-niggits!

Knights of Ni, we are but simple travelers who seek the enchanter who lives beyond these woods. Be quiet! Found them? In Mercia?! The coconut's tropical! She looks like one.

And this isn't my nose. This is a false one. You can't expect to wield supreme power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you! Shut up! Will you shut up?! Ni! Ni! Ni! Ni! We want a shrubbery!!

It's only a model. Now, look here, my good man. Oh, ow! You don't vote for kings.

We shall say 'Ni' again to you, if you do not appease us. Well, she turned me into a newt. Burn her anyway! No, no, no! Yes, yes. A bit. But she's got a wart. Knights of Ni, we are but simple travelers who seek the enchanter who lives beyond these woods.

Burn her! Did you dress her up like this? He hasn't got shit all over him. Did you dress her up like this? We found them. Well, Mercia's a temperate zone!

Shh! Knights, I bid you welcome to your new home. Let us ride to Camelot! Ni! Ni! Ni! Ni! Well, Mercia's a temperate zone! What a strange person. It's only a model.

Look, my liege! We want a shrubbery!! 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. Well, what do you want?