The Knights of Cyber Space.
Sir Jerf the Elder. “ Welcome back Sir Aaron, from the righting of cyber wrongs, I’ll wager.
But why pray, are thy covered in dung, smelling like a cow’s arse, and with flies a buzzing?”
Sir Aaron. Keeper of the Web. “ I fell off me horse.”
Sir Jerf . “Thy trusty steed bucked thee off?”
Sir Aaron. “No sir……… I fell off after that”
Sir Jerf. How can Sir Knight, famous though out the land, for the size of his gigabyte, highly trained in swordplay, nude wrestling and horsemanship, part company from his four legged friend?
Sir Aaron. “Rode into a tree sir”
Sir Jerf. “Thy rode into a tree, were thy full of ale sir?”
Sir Aaron. “No sir, I was tired, I’d been up all night with my comely comrade in arms Sir Small de Shorts.”
Sir Jerf. “ Practising swordplay and nude wrestling?”
Sir Aaron. “Something like that sir.”
Sir Jerf. “But why are thy legs so bowed, and thy walking with such strange gait. Is thy seed rod injured in some way?”
Sir Aaron. “It is a bit sore sir.”
Sir Jerf. “ And why has Sir Small de Shorts such mincing walk as though a hot potato has been thrusteth between buttocks clenched?”
Sir Aaron looking down at floor, “Don’t know sir.”
Sir Jerf. “I intend to get to the bottom of this.”
Sir Roscoff of Llanfegog. “I think they beat you to it sir.”
Sir Jerf to all Knights at Round Table. It is not becoming for Sir Knights to giggle, it is not clevereth thy knoweth, Now get on with righting wrongs.
Or none of thee shall goeth to the Crusades.
And the Lord said unto Moses. All God's children shall have round noses.
Except Aaron, he can have a square un. Corinthians, chapter 6 verse 9
