Please take notice: A klicky was harmed during the making of this photostory.
You fight with the strength of many men, Sir Knight
I am Arthur, King of the Britons.
I seek the bravest and the finest knights in the land who will join me in my court at Camelot.
You have proved yourself worthy. Will you join me?
You make me sad.
So be it. Come, Patsy!
None shall pass.
What?
None shall pass.
I have no quarrel with you, good Sir Knight. But I must cross this bridge.
Then you shall die......
I command you, as King of the Britons, to stand aside!
I move.... for no man!
So be it!
Now, stand aside, worthy adversary!
'Tis but a scratch!
A scratch? Your arm's off!
No, it isn't!
Well, what's that then?
I've had worse.
You liar!
Come on, you p%$^!
Victory is mine!!
We thank thee, Lord, that in thy mercy -
Come on, then.
What?
Have at you!
You are indeed brave, Sir Knight, but the fight is mine!
Oh, had enough, eh?
Look, you stupid b%$^&*. You've got no arms left!
Yes I have.
*Look*!
It's just a flesh wound.
Look, stop that!!!
Chicken!....Chicken!!
Look, I'll have your leg
Right, I'll do you for that!
You'll what?
Come here!
What are you gonna do, bleed on me?
I'm invincible!
...You're a loony.
The Black Knight always triumphs!!!
Have at you!!!
All right, we'll call it a draw.
Come, Patsy!
Oh, oh, I see! Running away, eh? You yellow b#$%^&*!
Come back here and take what's coming to you! I'll bite your legs off!
...end of the scene...
