Herbert. We live in a bloody swamp. We need all the land we can get. "And Saint Atila raised the hand grenade up on high, saying, 'Oh, Lord, bless this thy hand grenade that with it thou mayest blow thy enemies to tiny bits, in thy mercy.' And the Lord did grin, and people did feast upon the lambs, and sloths, and carp, and anchovies, and orangutans, and breakfast cereals, and fruit bats, and large --" Right! To seek the Holy Grail. No, we've got to find the Holy Grail. Come on! I... am an enchanter. Blue. No yel-- Auuuuuuuugh! Well, I'll ask him, but I don't think he'll be very keen... Uh, he's already got one, you see? Ah, this one is for your mother! [twong] Right. [clop clop]