[Mods, please let this through.]
Let's just say we're doing a Monty Python play --
Crimson: What makes you think she's a witch?
Dynasty: She turned me into a newt!
Crimson: *skeptically* A newt?
// long pause
Dynasty: . . . I got better.
Crowd: BURN HER ANYWAY!
WinterInk: Who goes there?
Vine: It is I, Arthur, son of Utter Pendragon, from the castle of Camelot. King of the Britons, Sovereign of all England!
WinterInk: Pull the other one!
Vine: I am, and this is my trusty servant Patsy. We have ridden the length and breadth of the land in search of knights who will join me in my court at Camelot. I must speak with your lord and master.
WinterInk: What? Ridden on a horse?
WinterInk: You're using coconuts!
WinterInk: You've got two empty halves of coconut and you're bangin' 'em together.
Vine: So? We have ridden since the snows of winter covered this land, through the kingdom of Mercia, through . . .
WinterInk: Where'd you get the coconuts?
Vine: We found them.
WinterInk: Found them? In Mercia? The coconut's tropical!
Vine: What do you mean?
WinterInk: Well, this is a temperate zone.
Vine: The swallow may fly south with the sun or the house martin or the plover may seek warmer climes in winter, yet these are not strangers to our land?
WinterInk: Are you suggesting coconuts migrate?
Vine: Not at all. They could be carried.
WinterInk: What? A swallow carrying a coconut?
Vine: It could grip it by the husk!
WinterInk: It's not a question of where he grips it! It's a simple question of weight ratios! A five ounce bird could not carry a one pound coconut.
Vine: Well, it doesn't matter. Will you go and tell your master that Arthur from the Court of Camelot is here?
WinterInk: Listen. In order to maintain air-speed velocity, a swallow needs to beat its wings forty-three times every second, right?
WinterInk: Am I right?
Vine: Can we come up and have a look?
Necromancer: *with exaggerated French accent* Of course not. You're English types.
Vine: What are you, then?
Necromancer: I'm French. Why do you think I have this outrageous accent, you silly king?
Vine: What are you doing in England?
Necromancer: Mind your own business.
Future: We are no longer the knights who say Ni.
Cleverfighting, SeaGull, Foodle, and Miri: Shh . . .
Future: We are now the knights who say . . . “Ekki-ekki-ekki-PITANG. Zoom-boing, z'nourrwringmm.”
Feel free to add on. :D
Try not to screw up the roles --