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I don't want to move anymore today, I'm sore.

Wouldest thou havest me puttest thou in the ol' dungeon, for thouest crimes...est, Sire?

Sir, my longswordeth be challengeth thee to a dueleth.

*takeths sip of thine mead, stabeths TenebrisNemo in ye old head*. "Ain't nobody goteth time foreth that manure"

Sit downeth, sir. Thateth be justeth flesh woundeth.

Ieth ameth boredeth ofeth talkingeth liketh thiseth. Iteth takeseth fareth tooeth longeth. Soeth aseth theyeth wouldeth sayeth ineth aeth tenniseth matcheth - GAME, SET AND MATCH.......ETH

Mineth bet shalleth showeth meth thateth thine laungagetheth willeth etheth theetheth woweth dogeth.

Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it, no one wants to be defeated...

Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, no one wants to be deceased...

Ear it, ear it, ear it, ear it, no one wants to be the one who isn't ear-ing it..... or something...

Ah! My ears!

We're here, we're queer, we don't want any more bears.

We don't want any more beards.

What about bards?

Now you all know
the Bard and his songs.
When hours have gone by
I'll close my eyes.

In a land, far away
we may meet again.
But now hear my song
of the dawn of the night.

Let's sing the bard's song.

I would, but it looks a bit hard.

I'd give - a kingdom
For one more day as a king of your world
I'd give kingdom, for one more day

I'd give it all for a heart
if I was a King I would give away my kingdom
Treasures and crowns wouldn't mean a thing
If I only had a heart

Oh please say to me
You'll let me be your man
And please say to me
You'll let me hold your hand
Now let me hold your hand
I want to hold your hand

Misty tales and poems lost
All the bliss and beauty will be gone
Will my weary soul find release for a while
At the moment of death I will smile
It's the triumph of shame and disease
In the end Iliad

Raise my hands and praise the day
Break the spell show me the way
In decay
The flame of Troy will shine bright

I come from a land down under
Where beer does flow and men chunder