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.
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I don't want to talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper. I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries.
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Run away!
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None shall pass.
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Oh, king eh? Very nice. And how'd you get that, eh? By exploiting the workers. By hanging on to outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic and social differences in our society.
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Please! This is supposed to be a happy occasion. Let's not bicker and argue over who killed who.
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You can't expect to wield supreme power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!
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Good idea, O Lord!
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It's just a flesh wound.
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Who would cross the Bridge of Death must answer me these questions three, ere the other side he see.
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Look, you stupid bastard. You've got no arms left!
