He hasn’t got sugar all over him
She looks like one. Shut up! Will you shut up?! Failure is not an option. Buy why, some say, the moon? Why choose this as our goal? And they may as well ask why climb the highest mountain? Problems look mighty small from 150 miles up.
Am I right?
Be quiet! She looks like one. Who’s that then? And this isn’t my nose. This is a false one.
- Well, I didn’t vote for you.
- Who’s that then?
- Burn her!
Blue. No, yel…
Oh, ow! Did you dress her up like this? Why? But you are dressed as one… Well, how’d you become king, then? Who’s that then?
We want a shrubbery!!
What a strange person. Well, Mercia’s a temperate zone! Ni! Ni! Ni! Ni! Burn her! Well, what do you want? 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!
- The Knights Who Say Ni demand a sacrifice!
- And the hat. She’s a witch!
- Well, Mercia’s a temperate zone!
How do you know she is a witch?
The Knights Who Say Ni demand a sacrifice! Well, we did do the nose. Shut up! He hasn’t got shit all over him. 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.