Oh, Dennis, forget about freedom. Now I've dropped my mud. Who's that then? Nee! Nee! Nee! Nee! Oh, I see. Right. Then I dub you Sir Bedemir, Knight of the Round Table. Knights of Nee, we are but simple travellers who seek the enchanter who lives beyond these woods. Oh, no! [roar] 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!? Must be a king. I have no quarrel with you, good Sir knight, but I must cross this bridge.