I'm Having Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam,

Camelot Is A Silly Place.

Tis But A Scratch!" "a Scratch? Your Arm's Off!" "no It Isn't." "then What's That?" "oh Come On, Pansy!

At That Time, A Friend Shall Lose His Friend's Hammer, And The Young Shall Not Know Where Lieth The Things Possessed By Their Fathers That Their Fathers Put There Only Just The Night Before.

I Fart In Your General Direction.

One, Two, ... Five!" "three, My Lord.