Hey! I've got a great idea. Why doesn't Launcelot go? What's he do, nibble your bum? [wind] [clop clop] Shut your noise, you! And get that suit on! And no singing! Uh, so, uh, anything you can do to, uh, to help, would be... very... helpful... He's not quite dead! Oh, go get a glass of water. O fair one, behold your humble servant Sir Launcelot of Camelot. I have come to take -- oh, I'm terribly sorry. No chance, English bedwetting types. I burst my pimples at you and call your daughter an unrequested silly thing. You tiny-brained wipers of other people's bottoms! Very well! If you will not assist us voluntarily,... nee!