Well, how’d you become king, then? Well, we did do the nose. Shh! Knights, I bid you welcome to your new home. Let us ride to Camelot! It’s only a model.
Bring her forward! The nose? Burn her! 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… Read more »