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June 12, 2006
Some Years Later
Arthur (on mobile): Well I don’t know, just tell them we couldn’t get him. I don’t know, he’s doing some media thing. They can have Galahad. Well obviously he’s not as big a ‘hit with the babes’ as you so crudely put it, but I’m telling you Lancelot just isn’t available, so just drop it okay - it’s Galahad. Now what else? What? That bitch! I can’t believe she went to New Idea with that, Today Tonight would have paid much more. ‘An expose of Arthur in bed’, well how did I rate anyway? Oh come on, that’s a bit of an ... under-exaggeration. No, forget it, I’m NOT reconciling with Guinevere, she can go fuck herself. I don’t care if she’s after the castle. The offer is off the round table. Just wish I’d never killed that dragon or whatever the fuck it was I rescued her from. Jesus I can’t even remember, it was so long ago. Yeah I know. I won’t. All right. Okay chief. Yeah. Yeah thanks. All right, see you soon, and keep me posted. Bye Bedevere. Yep – bye mate.
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Arthur (to himself): ... the fuck did I ever pull that fucking sword out of that fucking stone ...
Posted by Sam Bowring at June 12, 2006 01:10 AM