So, each of the knights went their separate ways. Sir Robin rode north,
through the dark forest of Ewing, accompanied by his favorite minstrels.
"That's-- that's, uh-- enough music for now, lads. Heh. Looks like there's dirty work afoot.", Sir Robin says and the minstrels stop playing. He looks around anxiously. Dennis and the female farmer walk by.
"Anarcho-syndicalism is a way of preserving freedom.", Dennis says.
"Oh, Dennis, forget about freedom. We haven't got enough mud."
Robin and his minstrels walk into an area where bodies lie on the ground. Sir Robin, who is not so brave, loses his bravery even more. With a white face of fear he passes the bodies. A loud 'halt' is shouted and Robin immediately stops.
In front of them there's a three-headed knight.
"Who art thou?", he asks
"He is brave Sir Robin, brave Sir Robin...", the minstrels start.
"Shut up!", Robin says and looks at them. Then he looks back at the knight and answers:
"Um, n-- n-- n-- nobody, really. I'm j-- j-- j-- ju-- just, um-- passing through."
"What do you want?"
"To fight and...", the minstrels start again.
"Shut up!"
Robin looks scared at the three-headed knight.
"Um, oo, a-- nothing. Nothing, really. I, uh-- j-- j-- just-- just to, um-- just to p-- pass through, good Sir Knight.", he stutters.
"I'm afraid not!"
"Ah. W-- well, actually I-- I am a Knight of the Round Table."
"You're a Knight of the Round Table?", they ask surprised.
"I am."
"In that case, I shall have to kill you.", the left head says.
"Shall I?", the middle one asks and he looks at his right side.
"Oh, I don't think so."
"Well, what do I think?"
"I think kill him.", the left head answers.
Robin watches silently, without even daring to move a muscle.
"Oh, let's be nice to him.", the right head says.
"Oh, shut up.", the other two say.
"Perhaps I could....", Robin begins.
"And you. Oh, quick! Get the sword out. I want to cut his head off!", the left head says.
"Oh, cut your own head off!", the right head says.
"Yes, do us all a favor!"
"What?"
"Yapping on all the time.", the right head says.
"You're lucky. You're not next to him."
"What do you mean?", the left head asks.
"You snore!"
"Oh, I don't. Anyway, you've got bad breath."
"Well, it's only because you don't brush my teeth."
"Stop bitching and let's go have tea!", the right head says.
"Oh, all right. All right. All right. We'll kill him first and then have tea and biscuits."
"Yes.", the middle head says.
"Oh, not biscuits.", the right head says.
"All right! Not biscuits. But let's kill him anyway!"
"Right!", the middle and right head say.
They look back to the place where Brave Sir Robin was standing, but Sir Robin is already gone.
"He buggered off.", the middle head says.
"So he has. He's scarpered.", the right head says.
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MONTY PYTHON AND THE HOLY GRAIL
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