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changeyourstars8) wrote2006-09-19 12:44 pm
changeyourstars8) wrote2006-09-19 12:44 pm
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As you wish
"First things first. To the death."
"No. To the pain."
"I don't think I'm quite familiar with that phrase."
"I'll explain, and I'll use small words so that you'll be sure to understand, you warthog-faced buffoon."
"That may be the first time in my life a man has dared insult me."
"It won't be the last. To the pain means the first thing you will lose will be your feet below the ankles. Then your hands at the wrists. Next your nose."
"And then my tongue, I suppose. I killed you too quickly the last time. A mistake I don't mean to duplicate tonight."
"I wasn't finished. The next thing you will lose will be your left eye followed by your right."
"And then my ears, I understand, let's get on with it."
"Wrong. Your ears you keep, and I'll tell you why. So that every shriek of every child at seeing your hideousness will be yours to cherish. Every babe that weeps at your approach, every woman who cries out, "Dear God! What is that thing," will echo in your perfect ears. That is what 'to the pain' means. It means I leave you in anguish, wallowing in freakish misery forever."
"I think you're bluffing."
"It's possible, pig. I might be bluffing. It's conceivable, you miserable, vomitous mass, that I'm only lying here because I lack the strength to stand. But, then again . . . perhaps I have the strength after all. Drop. Your. Sword."
"No. To the pain."
"I don't think I'm quite familiar with that phrase."
"I'll explain, and I'll use small words so that you'll be sure to understand, you warthog-faced buffoon."
"That may be the first time in my life a man has dared insult me."
"It won't be the last. To the pain means the first thing you will lose will be your feet below the ankles. Then your hands at the wrists. Next your nose."
"And then my tongue, I suppose. I killed you too quickly the last time. A mistake I don't mean to duplicate tonight."
"I wasn't finished. The next thing you will lose will be your left eye followed by your right."
"And then my ears, I understand, let's get on with it."
"Wrong. Your ears you keep, and I'll tell you why. So that every shriek of every child at seeing your hideousness will be yours to cherish. Every babe that weeps at your approach, every woman who cries out, "Dear God! What is that thing," will echo in your perfect ears. That is what 'to the pain' means. It means I leave you in anguish, wallowing in freakish misery forever."
"I think you're bluffing."
"It's possible, pig. I might be bluffing. It's conceivable, you miserable, vomitous mass, that I'm only lying here because I lack the strength to stand. But, then again . . . perhaps I have the strength after all. Drop. Your. Sword."
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ARTHUR: You'll what?
BLACK KNIGHT: Come here!
ARTHUR: What are you going to do, bleed on me?
BLACK KNIGHT: I'm invincible!
ARTHUR: You're a looney.
BLACK KNIGHT: The Black Knight always triumphs! Have at you! Come on then.
[whop]
[ARTHUR chops the BLACK KNIGHT's last leg off]
BLACK KNIGHT: Ooh. All right, we'll call it a draw.
ARTHUR: Come, Patsy.
BLACK KNIGHT: Oh. Oh, I see. Running away, eh? You yellow bastards! Come
back here and take what's coming to you. I'll bite your legs off!
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Or should I say
"Aye, oh, shiver me timbers! Me get it, shiver me timbers! Talk Like a Pirate Day, yeah?"
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*scribbles
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"Whether I am or not, you've been more than fair."
"You seem a decent fellow. I hate to kill you."
"You seem a decent fellow. I hate to die."