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Oh, man…another great one. Your visual vignettes are incredible. Although the pearl-framed lorgnettes are a bit odd for modern fashion.
A twofer for the Pun Police. I wonder if @rightangles is going to notice …
Oh for cryin’ out loud. Lance knows full well that if someone interferes with the lay of your ball, you get a drop with no penalty.
Hey, I expected this from Lancelot, not from Sir Percy the brave, the gallant, and the rescuer of lost princesses! Any moment now a space-cycle’s going to pull up with its lights flashing and a voice’ll say, “All right, pull over, buddy, let’s see your Poetic License.”
Maybe it was something in the way he said it? Or maybe it was just unfortunate the way the ball landed in the lake like that and somebody or something wouldn’t give it back. Perhaps we could consult the tournament records? (Assuming some unseen hand hasn’t torn that page out.)
Let’s just say that as far as Lance is concerned, it’s a good thing that “no whining” is not contained in the Code of Chivalry.
Lance might be crabby for other reasons.
Lance always has a bee in his bascinet about something.
Just gonna ignore the one in the tags?
PUN POLICE! STOP WHERE YOU ARE
PUN PATROL! PUT YOUR HANDS ON THE STEERING WHEEL
The Once and Future Swing?
First they came for the mime artists, and I was silent. Then they came for the Punch-and-Judy men, and I said nothing as the ’at’s-a-way-to-do-its receded towards the gaol. I never expected anyone would come after me for egregious punning.
Probably shouldn’t have worn the bikini while doing it.
Do ya get it? Huh? Do ya?
That’s the still of the knight.
So it’s a still of the knight tending the still of the knight in the still of the night?
Do you think they’ll give us adjoining cells? (Or, more probably, adjoining places in the stocks.)
PUN PATROL! GET OUT OF THE VEHICLE
PUN PATROL! WE GOT THE ACCOMPLICE. HE’S A LIMEY. REQUEST BACKUP.
I guess there’s always the chance the Limey might have a coconut up his sleeve.
What kind of chap would find himself in a situation like this?
A Knight of Course.
Happens all the time.
I have no idea what this piece was about, but I think it must be the heretofore undiscovered product of a collaboration between Douglas Adams and P.G. Wodehouse, after a few cocktails in the clubhouse.
I was thinking of Douglas Adams before I finished the first paragraph. It feels effortless.
Edit: Sprry, I feel funny. Maysdbe please edon’t quote me at the moment.
That’s not what I meant at all. Write more of it.
No, no, definitely write more. This stuff is glorious.
Absolutely. This or whatever else you feel like, Andrew.
As an aside, the strength of the Arthurian legends is that there is very little that you can get absolutely wrong. The stories have been told with so many variants that in all likelihood, someone has been down something like the same path before. They date back to the 1100s, and that was only when they started writing them down. They had probably been around for centuries at that point. Every troubadour told it differently.
Good enough that I shared some choice puns with my brother. I was in a Faraday cage though, and now that I’m out there are three more.
He’s going to suffer some more punning.