Sometimes that shark looks right at ya. Right into your eyes. And the thing about a shark is he’s got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll’s eyes. When he comes at ya, he doesn’t even seem to be livin’… until he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then… ah, then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin’.
Cathy recently made a water feature in our backyard, motivated by a free water lily from Lauraw.
OK, that right there is scary, because it could be a man-eating water lily if it comes from Laura. Then Cathy puts a couple of scary sea demons in there, Harry and Sally, the goldfish with lifeless eyes, who mostly hide out, waiting for you to get close. I don’t do that.
If she puts a shark cleaner in there, I’m going to throw dynamite at that damn thing.
I mean, something, even though it may be the lamest video ever to appear on this commenters’ site. Never mind that the Instapundit readers who are coming here will conclude that we are retarded (other than Geoff). You kept our at-least-one-new-post-every-day record intact over the last 3 1/2 years (disregarding some cheating with time stamps), and for that I thank you.
The number of single-flag countries is at an all-time low, eight, with Cuba being the most recent addition. Cuba, so far as I know, is the last Caribbean flag we did not have. Most of our single-flag countries have moved up to at least two-flag status.
The number of 1,000+ flag countries is at an all-time high, with Finland being the most recent addition today.
In Europe, we still don’t have Vatican City. That’s a big deal, because The Hostages have that flag. I’m looking for some help from our Catholic commenters.
I figure, sticking with a losing team is the most noble thing in the world of sports fandom. It’s why Cubs fans rank as the most noble people on earth, in my head. George Will, for example, and his Down Syndrome son, are heroes in my head for being stalwart Cubs fans.
UConn is still pretty good, no clue what the spread is but I am sure it’s too high. They should have beaten W.VA and an upset tonight wouldn’t surprise me.
THANK YOU DAve…my wife nearly climaxed on your “lurker sex” taged vid as she has been dreaming of something to clean the pool. I really need to close the deal…..and the pool. Wish me luck I’m heading for the deep end……..
Interesting chat with Mrs. Peel and Will tonight. I’m taking a smoke break right now, but we are talking about the doctrine of original sin, childhood trauma, and Wickedpinto.
Will also knows a lot about guns, and has a Kimber.
Score!
Earlier tonight, I displayed a gun and threatened to kill him if he treated Mrs. Peel wrong.
He did not bat an eye.
I LOVE THIS GUY!!!
We started talking about fragmentation rounds and stuff, cuz he was looking at the first three rounds in my mag (Glaser Silver SafetySlug, then conventional hollow point, then full metal jacket). I think he knows more about ballistics than me.
Dave, I was gentle with him. I showed him your pussy lightweight Taurus .38 first.
Actually I tried to get Kathryn to take that home with her, so you would have to drive four hours to get it back, but she refused. She has her own gun.
Then I brought out the Kimber Ultra CDP II. Come to find, Will has the same gun, along with a bunch of other stuff that I can’t match with my couple of deer rifles and squirrel-ready pellet guns.
In my judgment, Will is not quite up to the level of Russ’s firearms expertise, but he is getting there.
A pussy lightweight gun you can pull out of your suit trousers in less than 2 seconds and unload into a predator’s face is really not all that puss, is it Michael?
Scott, completely apart from a ring, did you not notice the flirtatious demeanor of Mrs. Peel, even with a married geezer like me with whom she has no interest at all?
Dang. It is a marvel to me that Laura loves you. You must be awesome somehow, but I don’t know how.
I mean, Scott, you look OK, about a solid B on the sex-o-meter, but that does not explain why you rate Laura. It’s a mystery. You are somehow awesome that I don’t know about.
If you look at the hits from big and small sites, and work the exponential intertubes multiplier effect in your head, Geoff (and IB) has made a difference on the political debate in America today. The RNC is finally getting the message; there is a popular uprising against statism. The Obama Administration is scared about this, and wants to rush its agenda.
So, bottom line — Mrs. Peel, an imaginary intertubes friend, is secure in my house. And my website counts for something in the fight for liberty.
You might look for a country with some really good founding documents.
Well…a place where the government abides by those documents, at least.
I missed a Yahoo chat thingy that the Michaels sent to my husband’s work email the other night.
Hi guys! Hope you, Mrs. Peel and Will all had a good weekend! Sounds like you did.
Scott, my eponym is the Diana Rigg character from The Avengers. Hence the Mrs.
I stayed in the Gold Room, Lipstick. It was great.
Time to do homework and programming and writing…I wish I hadn’t come over to my parents’ place (my car is behaving badly, so Dad is checking it out, and they promised me fajitas). My dad is playing the TV loud and my nephew is making a lot of noise and running around like an idiot. All I want is total silence. I don’t think that’s too much to ask.
*Geezer finally gets around to watching Dave’s Water Sports movie.
Heeeyyy, Mrs. Geezer and I had one of those things in our pool in Vegas.
We called it Little Geek from a little submarine in that movie <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0096754/trivia"The Abyss".
During the rigorous and problematic shoot, the cast and crew began calling the film by various derogatory names such as “Son Of Abyss”, “The Abuse” and “Life’s Abyss And Then You Dive”. Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio reportedly suffered a physical and emotional breakdown because she was pushed so hard on the set, and Ed Harris had to pull over his car at one time while driving home, because he burst into spontaneous crying.
I guess it’s not news to anybody else, but I just noticed that lauraw’s husband is posting here. That’s recent, right? I’m imagining it went down something like this:
Scott (thought bubble): “My wife enjoys intelligent discussions about politics and life on an internet forum. That sounds like a healthy intellectual activity. I think I’ll meet her virtual friends…”
…
Michael: Hi! I like Lutheranism and spell-checking myself.
Brewfan: Word of advice. Don’t sit next to Michael in the hot tub.
Dave in Texas: Howdy. Be careful around these goobers, and thank your wife for the tubers.
Michael: My banana trees are bigger than Dave’s.
Geoff: Sadly, that’s not a euphemism. Now, let’s talk graphs, shall we?
Pupster: A ferret killed my father.
Rosetta: I’ve embraced the man-lesbian thing, so don’t worry about offending me.
Scott: …
Skinbad: Gotta ditto Brewfan on the hot tub warning. Yikes.
Enas Yorl: I like to explore the studio space. What? I’m talking about knitting!
Eddie The Bear: Hey, step into my van and let me show you something.
Scott: I, uh…
Sobek: Why yes, I am still pissed off about the Hawley-Smoot tariff.
wiserbud: Ya know, Sobek, for a fat chick, you don’t sweat so much.
Slublog: Should I worry that my carrots look like Cthulhu?
harrison: I don’t see how adding bats to basketball will make the game any better. All of the players will now have to wear helmets.
Retired Geezer: Sometimes I like to swim with the dolphins but other times I just like to shoot gophers.
Michael: Psst. Do me a favor and make fun of Dave in Texas’ pool. Now come on, there are plenty of other people to meet.
Scott: Um… lauraw, maybe we need to have a talk.
FYI, Sandy, Scott has met both Dave and me, so he knows which one of us buys coffee-flavored “tequila shooters” and falls into the Atlantic, and which one of us seems like a relatively normal person who is an excellent dancer and has large banana trees.
Of course, I’d probably actually be on that list if I didn’t change online personas every 15 minutes and keep the posting gaps to somewhere under 12-30 months at a time.
[...] a pool shark fear, this is downright terrifying. As a kid I dove in my grandparents’ pool; swam at night by myself with no issues. Somewhere [...]
Scott (thought bubble): “My wife enjoys intelligent discussions about politics and life on an internet forum. That sounds like a healthy intellectual activity. I think I’ll meet her virtual friends…”
Nawp. The first time I ever showed him the blog stuff was during a thread at Ace’s in which my personal hygiene was being mercilessly and graphically disparaged by the Moron hordes. He was a little ticked off, to tell the truth.
First meetup we went to, he claims he brought a shiv.
Yeah, and you’ll have to add bats to that list, or you’ll lose the miniature Texan engineer vote. And doesn’t somebody ’round here have some affection for rabbits? Long–ear having rabbits?
Or was that one of my hurricane–induced benders again?
Tim: There he is!
King Arthur: Where?
Tim: There!
King Arthur: What? Behind the rabbit?
Tim: It *is* the rabbit!
King Arthur: You silly sod!
Tim: What?
King Arthur: You got us all worked up!
Tim: Well, that’s no ordinary rabbit.
King Arthur: Ohh.
Tim: That’s the most foul, cruel, and bad-tempered rodent you ever set eyes on!
Sir Robin: You tit! I soiled my armor I was so scared!
Tim: Look, that rabbit’s got a vicious streak a mile wide! It’s a killer!
Sir Galahad: Get stuffed!
Tim: He’ll do you up a treat, mate.
Sir Galahad: Oh, yeah?
Sir Robin: You manky Scots git!
Tim: I’m warning you!
Sir Robin: What’s he do? Nibble your bum?
Tim: He’s got huge, sharp… er… He can leap about. Look at the bones!
King Arthur: Go on, Bors. Chop his head off!
Sir Bors: Right! Silly little bleeder. One rabbit stew comin’ right up!
Amity, as you know, means “friendship”.
Sometimes that shark looks right at ya. Right into your eyes. And the thing about a shark is he’s got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll’s eyes. When he comes at ya, he doesn’t even seem to be livin’… until he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then… ah, then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin’.
Cathy recently made a water feature in our backyard, motivated by a free water lily from Lauraw.
OK, that right there is scary, because it could be a man-eating water lily if it comes from Laura. Then Cathy puts a couple of scary sea demons in there, Harry and Sally, the goldfish with lifeless eyes, who mostly hide out, waiting for you to get close. I don’t do that.
If she puts a shark cleaner in there, I’m going to throw dynamite at that damn thing.
By the way, Dave, thanks for posting something.
I mean, something, even though it may be the lamest video ever to appear on this commenters’ site. Never mind that the Instapundit readers who are coming here will conclude that we are retarded (other than Geoff). You kept our at-least-one-new-post-every-day record intact over the last 3 1/2 years (disregarding some cheating with time stamps), and for that I thank you.
for you to get close
Cleanup on Aisle 3.
This is the awesomest video ever posted.
This is the awesomest video ever posted.
No, the Ken Burns treatment of the IB gang was the most awesomest video ever posted.
Cleanup on Aisle 3.
What are you talking about?
You gotta change chart boy’s comment too, Battard.
Done.
Being the Site Administrator is awesome power.
Kinda like being Obama.
1 and 5 in the Big 10?
Holy Northwestern, Batman!
ok second awesomest
Pupster, you know I love you, so I’m sure you will take this the right way.
Fuck you sideways with the barbed cock of Satan for mentioning Michigan’s loss today, you dick-sucking piece of shit.
I have one, and only one, consolation. The Papists at Notre Dame got an even worse comeuppance.
Not to mention, Iowa and Penn State both lost to unranked teams.
What has the Big Ten done to incur the wrath of God?
It must be pride and idolatry. Isaiah is always right about these things.
It must be pride and idolatry.
That’s not a random observation. I say that because I subscribe to the Big Ten Channel, and it doesn’t work. It freezes up.
Bastards. Down here in Texas, the bandwidth allocation for Big Ten football is dealt with casually.
I’m seriously thinking about switching my loyalty to Texas, or Texas A&M, or TCU, or even fucking Houston.
Screw the Big Ten. I’m fed up with them and their lousy coaches. The coaches routinely get boatloads of talent, and blow it.
OK, that’s not really possible, because I was raised in Ann Arbor.
But still, I was thinking about it.
I thought you went to Michigan State?
Barbed cock of Satan, Dave.
Sideways.
*Michael pees again on Dave’s .38 Taurus, including leather holster*
IB Flag Counter Report™
The number of single-flag countries is at an all-time low, eight, with Cuba being the most recent addition. Cuba, so far as I know, is the last Caribbean flag we did not have. Most of our single-flag countries have moved up to at least two-flag status.
The number of 1,000+ flag countries is at an all-time high, with Finland being the most recent addition today.
In Europe, we still don’t have Vatican City. That’s a big deal, because The Hostages have that flag. I’m looking for some help from our Catholic commenters.
*Michael glares at KC and Eddiebear*
You went to Michigan?
Man, they suck this year.
Like last year.
Barbed. Cock. Of. Satan. Sideways.
ya got a thing for cocks eh batboy?
UConn vs Cincinnati is now! Watching them lose on Saturday warms me up for watching the Giants lose on Sunday.
The Cincinnati Bearcats are kicking ass this year. They remind me of the ‘07 Appalachian State team. They’re HOT HOT HOT!
Scott, my brother. I love you.
I figure, sticking with a losing team is the most noble thing in the world of sports fandom. It’s why Cubs fans rank as the most noble people on earth, in my head. George Will, for example, and his Down Syndrome son, are heroes in my head for being stalwart Cubs fans.
UConn is still pretty good, no clue what the spread is but I am sure it’s too high. They should have beaten W.VA and an upset tonight wouldn’t surprise me.
Against Cincinnati?
Don think so
Just looked, Cinci favored by 16. I would have bet a bunch had I known.
Not sure Cincy will cover 16
THANK YOU DAve…my wife nearly climaxed on your “lurker sex” taged vid as she has been dreaming of something to clean the pool. I really need to close the deal…..and the pool. Wish me luck I’m heading for the deep end……..
chicks dig me.
I have no idea why. Good luck on teh pool. I’m glad we did ours.
Wow! QB for Cincinnati is really good, they might just roll them over and win by 40.
Interesting chat with Mrs. Peel and Will tonight. I’m taking a smoke break right now, but we are talking about the doctrine of original sin, childhood trauma, and Wickedpinto.
Go figure.
A freaking pool cleaner?
I waste 2 min of my life looking at a pool cleaner?
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l
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Cool
Will also knows a lot about guns, and has a Kimber.
Score!
Earlier tonight, I displayed a gun and threatened to kill him if he treated Mrs. Peel wrong.
He did not bat an eye.
I LOVE THIS GUY!!!
We started talking about fragmentation rounds and stuff, cuz he was looking at the first three rounds in my mag (Glaser Silver SafetySlug, then conventional hollow point, then full metal jacket). I think he knows more about ballistics than me.
I think he should marry Mrs. Peel.
What model Kimber?
I mean, don’t be threatenin the boy. I’m sure he’s not a goofyhead or she wouldn’t put up with him. Have some faith in the girl.
I assumed Mrs Peel was married.
What model Kimber?
Dave, I was gentle with him. I showed him your pussy lightweight Taurus .38 first.
Actually I tried to get Kathryn to take that home with her, so you would have to drive four hours to get it back, but she refused. She has her own gun.
Then I brought out the Kimber Ultra CDP II. Come to find, Will has the same gun, along with a bunch of other stuff that I can’t match with my couple of deer rifles and squirrel-ready pellet guns.
In my judgment, Will is not quite up to the level of Russ’s firearms expertise, but he is getting there.
I assumed Mrs. Peel was married.
BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Scott, you met her. You saw me dancing with her. How could you be so wrong?
My respect for Laura increases. She must be a really special person, like Cathy, in order to put up with a retard like you.
ummm well there is the Mrs. part. There is also the smart and attractive part. What makes me an idiot?
A pussy lightweight gun you can pull out of your suit trousers in less than 2 seconds and unload into a predator’s face is really not all that puss, is it Michael?
OK, here is the sitrep:
1. Mrs. Peel is taking Will back to his hotel.
2. Cathy just removed Dave’s .38 with fancy leather holster from the kitchen table and dumped it on me in the Batcave.
3. I have imbibed copious amounts of fluids and need to take a pee.
Guess what happens next.
ummm well there is the Mrs. part. There is also the smart and attractive part. What makes me an idiot?
Ummm, the you being an idiot part. Did you see a ring?
Pardon me for being a moron but what the hell is a sitrep?
And no, I don’t notice rings.
Sitrep is slang for “situation report.”
Scott, completely apart from a ring, did you not notice the flirtatious demeanor of Mrs. Peel, even with a married geezer like me with whom she has no interest at all?
Dang. It is a marvel to me that Laura loves you. You must be awesome somehow, but I don’t know how.
I mean, Scott, you look OK, about a solid B on the sex-o-meter, but that does not explain why you rate Laura. It’s a mystery. You are somehow awesome that I don’t know about.
You are calling that flirtatious? I saw fear.
You are calling that flirtatious? I saw fear.
Good point. On the other hand, she is staying in my house right now, under the protection of Cathy, so she’s not really all that scared of me.
Neither is Will, for that matter, despite my best efforts. His arsenal is much more serious than mine.
By the way, Scott, while you and I are goofing each other, something significant is happening.
That is, hits on Geoff’s Chart.
The last hit was from a nothing blog,
but it got picked up by way of Instapundit.
If you look at the hits from big and small sites, and work the exponential intertubes multiplier effect in your head, Geoff (and IB) has made a difference on the political debate in America today. The RNC is finally getting the message; there is a popular uprising against statism. The Obama Administration is scared about this, and wants to rush its agenda.
So, bottom line — Mrs. Peel, an imaginary intertubes friend, is secure in my house. And my website counts for something in the fight for liberty.
I feel good about that.
Good night, Scott.
3. I have imbibed copious amounts of fluids and need to take a pee.
Guess what happens next.
The shake?
The shake?
Lipstick, are you kidding?
I am not half-assed about being vindictive.
No shake — we are talking about full-stream.
I shouldn’t have gone there.
It’s that nice leather holster that tempts me.
That leather holster is speaking to me. It says, “I absorb noxious fluids.”
That is creating an issue for me, as the harbor of noxious fluids.
Don’t use the holster as a sex toy.
I shouldn’t have gone there.
Too late, but never mind. Lipstick, relax, the IB guys all know you are a sweetheart who is good for a sammich.
harbourer I think
damn, I liked that holster too.. fit in a suit trouser pocket really well. easy to pull and fire.
Is Peelie in the Persimmon?
You guys go shooting today?
Too late, but never mind. Lipstick, relax, the IB guys all know you are a sweetheart who is good for a sammich.
Thank you. I made a most excellent peanut butter and jelly sammich today. So I’ve got that going for me. . .
Thanks, House of Representatives!!
Is there somewhere we can move to by 2013?
You might look for a country with some really good founding documents.
Well…a place where the government abides by those documents, at least.
I missed a Yahoo chat thingy that the Michaels sent to my husband’s work email the other night.
Hi guys! Hope you, Mrs. Peel and Will all had a good weekend! Sounds like you did.
Cinci wins by 2. UConn is so close to being a really good football team. Oh well, basketball starts soon and we will own that.
This is the best video in the history of the internets.
I’m home. What did I miss?
Scott, my eponym is the Diana Rigg character from The Avengers. Hence the Mrs.
I stayed in the Gold Room, Lipstick. It was great.
Time to do homework and programming and writing…I wish I hadn’t come over to my parents’ place (my car is behaving badly, so Dad is checking it out, and they promised me fajitas). My dad is playing the TV loud and my nephew is making a lot of noise and running around like an idiot. All I want is total silence. I don’t think that’s too much to ask.
*Geezer finally gets around to watching Dave’s Water Sports movie.
Heeeyyy, Mrs. Geezer and I had one of those things in our pool in Vegas.
We called it Little Geek from a little submarine in that movie <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0096754/trivia"The Abyss".
Crap, HTML fail.
HAHAHAHAHAHA… Geezer, my eldest named it Little Geek too (the first one, the one I replaced Friday night).
That’s so funny.
Uconn loses by 2 and the Giants lose by one, another weekend is complete.
It could be worse. You could be a Packer fan.
or a Cowboys fan. Romo starts sucking in 15 minutes.
Romo starts sucking in 15 minutes.
Dude, Dallas is on a three-game winning streak.
Dallas turns the pick into seven.
3 game winning streak? Romo is overdue.
Make that a four-game winning streak.
I guess it’s not news to anybody else, but I just noticed that lauraw’s husband is posting here. That’s recent, right? I’m imagining it went down something like this:
Scott (thought bubble): “My wife enjoys intelligent discussions about politics and life on an internet forum. That sounds like a healthy intellectual activity. I think I’ll meet her virtual friends…”
…
Michael: Hi! I like Lutheranism and spell-checking myself.
Brewfan: Word of advice. Don’t sit next to Michael in the hot tub.
Dave in Texas: Howdy. Be careful around these goobers, and thank your wife for the tubers.
Michael: My banana trees are bigger than Dave’s.
Geoff: Sadly, that’s not a euphemism. Now, let’s talk graphs, shall we?
Pupster: A ferret killed my father.
Rosetta: I’ve embraced the man-lesbian thing, so don’t worry about offending me.
Scott: …
Skinbad: Gotta ditto Brewfan on the hot tub warning. Yikes.
Enas Yorl: I like to explore the studio space. What? I’m talking about knitting!
Eddie The Bear: Hey, step into my van and let me show you something.
Scott: I, uh…
Sobek: Why yes, I am still pissed off about the Hawley-Smoot tariff.
wiserbud: Ya know, Sobek, for a fat chick, you don’t sweat so much.
Slublog: Should I worry that my carrots look like Cthulhu?
harrison: I don’t see how adding bats to basketball will make the game any better. All of the players will now have to wear helmets.
Retired Geezer: Sometimes I like to swim with the dolphins but other times I just like to shoot gophers.
Michael: Psst. Do me a favor and make fun of Dave in Texas’ pool. Now come on, there are plenty of other people to meet.
Scott: Um… lauraw, maybe we need to have a talk.
Dang. Sandy has been lurking more than I realized.
FYI, Sandy, Scott has met both Dave and me, so he knows which one of us buys coffee-flavored “tequila shooters” and falls into the Atlantic, and which one of us seems like a relatively normal person who is an excellent dancer and has large banana trees.
He’s also met Geoff, Sobek, Tushar, Wiser, Rosetta etc.
So, just sayin’, he’s pretty well aware of the fact that Laura’s online IB and Hostages pals are demented.
Not enough lurking, if you ask me!
Of course, I’d probably actually be on that list if I didn’t change online personas every 15 minutes and keep the posting gaps to somewhere under 12-30 months at a time.
That’s just plain creepy, Sandy.
Well done.
Don’t forget:
Sandy Burger: Some people think it sounds lispy, but I think it sounds pretty.
Sandy, I’d like to kiss you right on the mouth.
I nominate #74 for teh comment hall of fame.
Well done.
Harrison, I’d like to kick you right in the bladder.
Well done is MINE!
Of course, I’d probably actually be on that list if I didn’t change online personas every 15 minutes . . .
Mac, you’ve got to change your IP address if you want to fool the All-Knowing Innocent Bystanders Dashboard™.
Hey, Pups!
Neener, neener!
heh heh heh
http://sweasel.com/archives/4833
Hey harrison, need some visine?
Hello, Jerry.
Hellooo Newman
Actually I’m learning crochet now. I’m beyond exploring the studio space and through the looking glass now people! OMG! It’s full of stars!!!
[...] a pool shark fear, this is downright terrifying. As a kid I dove in my grandparents’ pool; swam at night by myself with no issues. Somewhere [...]
Friggin’ Gophers…. ALL RODENTS MUST DIE!!
(except for cute little ferrets)
Scott (thought bubble): “My wife enjoys intelligent discussions about politics and life on an internet forum. That sounds like a healthy intellectual activity. I think I’ll meet her virtual friends…”
Nawp. The first time I ever showed him the blog stuff was during a thread at Ace’s in which my personal hygiene was being mercilessly and graphically disparaged by the Moron hordes. He was a little ticked off, to tell the truth.
First meetup we went to, he claims he brought a shiv.
(except for cute little ferrets)
Boris, Benny, Emily and Sophie say: “Thank you Uncle Geezer!”
Yeah, and you’ll have to add bats to that list, or you’ll lose the miniature Texan engineer vote. And doesn’t somebody ’round here have some affection for rabbits? Long–ear having rabbits?
Or was that one of my hurricane–induced benders again?
>> He was a little ticked off, to tell the truth.
HAHAHA I remember that one.
Now THAT was an awesome first impression.
A rabbit killed my uncle.
A rabbit did bad things to me when I was a child, which left me emotionally scarred for life.
Don’t even get me started. A rabbit caused a recession and a Soviet Invasion of Afghanistan.
Did I ever tell you guys the story of my Sicilian grandfather and the roadside bunny salesman?
I’m pretty sure that’s new material, Laura.
Was death on the line?
http://tinyurl.com/yb44t8r
Tim: There he is!
King Arthur: Where?
Tim: There!
King Arthur: What? Behind the rabbit?
Tim: It *is* the rabbit!
King Arthur: You silly sod!
Tim: What?
King Arthur: You got us all worked up!
Tim: Well, that’s no ordinary rabbit.
King Arthur: Ohh.
Tim: That’s the most foul, cruel, and bad-tempered rodent you ever set eyes on!
Sir Robin: You tit! I soiled my armor I was so scared!
Tim: Look, that rabbit’s got a vicious streak a mile wide! It’s a killer!
Sir Galahad: Get stuffed!
Tim: He’ll do you up a treat, mate.
Sir Galahad: Oh, yeah?
Sir Robin: You manky Scots git!
Tim: I’m warning you!
Sir Robin: What’s he do? Nibble your bum?
Tim: He’s got huge, sharp… er… He can leap about. Look at the bones!
King Arthur: Go on, Bors. Chop his head off!
Sir Bors: Right! Silly little bleeder. One rabbit stew comin’ right up!
I *warned* you, but did you listen to me? Oh, no, you *knew*, didn’t you? Oh, it’s just a harmless little *bunny*, isn’t it?