Then you shall die. Yes, yes, he'll beat us easily, we haven't a chance. Well, what are you then? More witches! Well, simple! They'd just use a standard creeper! There! And that, my liege, is how we know the Earth to be banana-shaped. You must return here with a shrubbery or else you will never pass through this wood alive! And don't apologize. Every time I try to talk to someone it's "sorry this" and "forgive me that" and "I'm not worthy". What are you doing now!? Are you sure that's necessary?