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Well, I got better. What a strange person. Burn her anyway! But you are dressed as one… Well, Mercia's a temperate zone! What a strange person. You don't vote for kings. I dunno. Must be a king. Well, Mercia's a temperate zone! Well, we did do the nose. The nose? Bloody Peasant! We found them. 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. You don't vote for kings. The Knights Who Say Ni demand a sacrifice! Bring her forward! Now, look here, my good man. Camelot! And the hat. She's a witch! Why do you think that she is a witch? She looks like one. Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help, help, I'm being repressed!