What the grail doth thou just pronounce about me, thou little knave? I’ll have thee know I graduated top of my order in the Knights of the Round Table, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret quests on Morgan le Fay, and I have over 300 confirmed dragon slays. I am trained in chivalrous warfare and I’m the top jouster in the entire Camelot armed forces. Thou art naught to me but just another blackguard. I will wipe thee out with precision the likes of which hath never been seen before on this Earth, mark my honourable words.
Dost thou believe thou canst escape with uttering that scurrilousness to me over the carrier pigeon? Think again, varlet. As we parley I am contacting my secret network of spies across England and thy pigeon is being traced right now so thou better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing thou call thy life. Thou art bloody dead, child. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill thee in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare gauntlets.
Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Royal Armory of Camelot and I will use it to its full extent to wipe thy miserable posterior off the face of the continent, thou little dungheap. If only thou could have known what unholy retribution thy little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon thee, maybe thou would have held thy cursed tongue. But thou couldn't, thou didn't, and now thou art paying the price, thou godforsaken idiot. I will rain fury all over thee and thou will drown in it. Thou art verily dead, knave.
