-switches back to his humanoid form mid flight and gives Arturia a bonk on the head with his cane-
FOOOOOOOOOOL!
-stands up and walks back to his rock-
Any two-bit Meister can pull that trick! It does not impress me in the slightest. Besides, there are two large and blatant pieces of evidence against your claim lying right in front of me.
Or, in your case, small and underdeveloped evidence.
edited 19th Mar '12 8:40:34 PM by MacDuffy
-pokes his head out of the rock-
Arthur had the patience to withstand a raging hurricane, and a head as cool as the snow-capped mountains! You have the self-control of a raging street junkie, the respectfulness of a slobbering goat, and a temper fuse as small as your dissappointing bosom.
You are not King Arthur. Begone from my sight, Pretender.
edited 19th Mar '12 8:58:31 PM by MacDuffy

This rock smells funny.
I am thirsty.
My five-hour storytelling party is in two minutes.
I haven't seen a single musical number since I've come here.
This rock smells funny.