Minstrel: [singing] Bravely bold Sir Ron Mexico rode forth from Camelot. He was not afraid to die, oh brave Sir Ron Mexico. He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways, brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Ron Mexico. He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp, or to have his eyes gouged out, and his elbows broken. To have his kneecap split, and his body burned away, and his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Ron Mexico. His head smashed in and heart cut out, and his liver removed, and his bowels unplugged, and his nostrils raped and his bottom burned off and his penis split and infected with Simplex 2...
Sir Ron Mexico: That's enough singing for now, lads... looks like there's dirty work afoot. If she's not asking, I'm not telling!