All Ideas Come About Through Some Sort

We Are No Longer The Knights Who Say Ni! We Are Now The Knights Who Say Ekki-ekki-ekki-pitang-zoom-boing!

I Don't Want To Talk To You No More, You Empty Headed Animal Food Trough Wiper. I Fart In Your General Direction. Your Mother Was A Hamster And Your Father Smelt Of Elderberries.

This Parrot Is No More. It Has Ceased To Be. It's Expired And Gone To Meet Its Maker. This Is A Late Parrot. It's A Stiff. Bereft Of Life, It Rests In Peace. If You Hadn't Nailed It To The Perch, It Would Be Pushing Up The Daisies. It's Rung Down The Curtain And Joined The Choir Invisible. This Is An Ex-parrot.

One, Two, ... Five!" "three, My Lord.

Camelot Is A Silly Place.