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I am your king.
Bring her forward! I am your king. You don't vote for kings. Bring her forward! Look, my
liege!
Well, she turned me into a newt. You don't vote for kings. Now, look here, my good
man. He hasn't got shit all over him. Shut up!
Well, how'd you become king, then?
What a strange person. She looks like one. Be quiet! 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.
Well, how'd you become king, then?
Who's that then?
On second thoughts, let's not go there. It is a silly place.
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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.
We shall say 'Ni' again to you, if you do not appease us. And this isn't my nose. This is a false
one. Bring her forward! Why?
Listen. Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of
government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some
farcical aquatic ceremony.
Look, my liege!
Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help, help, I'm being repressed!
