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  • So, if I run away, I can be sued unless I yell “run away” at the top of my lungs?

    Tim: There he is!
    King Arthur: Where?
    Tim: There!
    King Arthur: What? Behind the rabbit?
    Tim: It *is* the rabbit!
    King Arthur: You silly sod!
    Tim: What?
    King Arthur: You got us all worked up!
    Tim: Well, that’s no ordinary rabbit.
    King Arthur: Ohh.
    Tim: That’s the most foul, cruel, and bad-tempered rodent you ever set eyes on!
    Sir Robin: You tit! I soiled my armor I was so scared!
    Tim: Look, that rabbit’s got a vicious streak a mile wide! It’s a killer!
    Sir Galahad: Get stuffed!
    Tim: He’ll do you up a treat, mate.
    Sir Galahad: Oh, yeah?
    Sir Robin: You manky Scots git!
    Tim: I’m warning you!
    Sir Robin: What’s he do? Nibble your bum?
    Tim: He’s got huge, sharp… er… He can leap about. Look at the bones!
    King Arthur: Go on, Bors. Chop his head off!
    Sir Bors: Right! Silly little bleeder. One rabbit stew comin’ right up!