Knightriders Page #4

or I'm gonna get that mace

and do something very very bad

to your basics.

- Ooh.

- Ha-ha.

- Oh.

- Sounds like fun.

Had another dream.

That right?

Black bird again.

Same black bird.

The way you get knocked around,

you're bound to have

some weird dreams, Billy.

Come on, man. Look, man, you're

supposed to believe in stuff like this.

Say, man, if I didn't believe in magic,

I'd still be treating gall bladders,

prostates and stuff like that.

See, magic ain't got nothing to do with

organs and glands and busted necks.

Magic got to do with the soul, man.

Only the soul's got destiny.

It got wings, it's can fly.

That's magic. The body...

the body's just got a few minutes down

here in the dirt with the rest of us.

- You see things before they happen.

- Mm.

That's probability.

Some things is just sure to happen.

Seeing 'em coming

ain't nothing to get excited about.

No, you taught me too good,

magician. You taught me to believe.

That black bird's gonna get me.

Yeah, maybe

you'll make it happen yourself.

Probability, man.

Some day, some cat comes along

with a black bird painted on his shield.

You freak out, drop your guard,

and, ca-po-ze, ca-poza,

ba-uu-wa, he gets you.

- Maybe that's my destiny.

- Big D. Ah, destiny'll mess with you.

Like the real King Arthur.

You know how the story go.

Let's get it once more, huh?

Command performance for the King.

A- ooh.

Once upon a time ago, ba-bo-zee,

in days of old, when knights were bold,

there was King Arthur.

Oh, Merlin told him

that his own kid would kill him,

so Arthur sends all the babies

in the land away on a boat,

not knowing which of the many women

he was always messing with

might have had his kid.

Boat wrecks in a storm.

Destiny, big D, you see.

Ah.

One baby lives, Arthur's baby.

Nobleman finds it along the shore,

raises it to be a fighting knight.

Knight comes by one day and... whew!

Wastes the King, blows him away.

If Arthur hadn't have tried to stop it,

it might never have happened.

Course, he only got the King's body.

That's it.

And we're coming down to it,

ladies and gentlemen,

the final passes that will decide

the champion for today's games.

Sir Alan will ride

against the noble Hector.

Let me get it hitched.

Alan! Alan, wait!

Er... who gave you that?

- What?

- Some guy, right?

No, my father gave it to me.

If that's a present from another guy,

it's bad luck for you to give it

to me as your champion.

So, if I lose, it's on you.

Whoo! All right!

And so, my lords and ladies,

the championship of the day

will be decided in the final tilt

between the gallant Sir Ewain

and the noble Sir Alan.

All right! All right!

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