A discourse between a king and a feminist.
: Please, please, good people, I am in haste. Who lives in that castle?
Peasant Woman: We don't have a lord.
Dennis: I told you, we're an anarcho-syndicalist commune. We take it in turns to be a sort of executive officer
for the week...
King Arthur: Yes...
Dennis: ...but all the decisions of that officer have to be ratified
at a special bi-weekly meeting...
King Arthur: Be quiet!
Dennis: ...but by a two thirds majority in the case of...
King Arthur: Be quiet! I order you to be quiet!
Peasant Woman: Order, eh? Who does he think he is?
King Arthur: I am your king.
Peasant Woman: Well, I didn't vote for you.
King Arthur: You don't vote for kings.
Peasant Woman: Well, how'd you become king, then?
Angelic music plays...
King Arthur: The Lady of the Lake held aloft Excalibur from the bosom
of the water, signifying by divine providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur.
Dennis: You can't expect to wield supreme power just 'cause some watery tart
threw a sword at you!
Arthur: Shut up.
Dennis: I mean, if I went around saying I was an emperor just because some moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar
at me, they'd put me away!
Arthur: grabs Dennis Shut up! Will you shut up?!
Dennis: Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system!
Dennis: Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help, help, I'm being repressed!
That's rape. I need my safe space.