The Queen of England stumbled in through Blackadder's door, in a black travelling cloak. A bunch of idiots wearing comedy boobs and noses on their foreheads crowded around her. "Another stripper!" one cried. "Horay!" the rest cheered. A man in white robes came in after her. "And a male stripper!" the same idiot said. The rest cheered. The man left. "This is more like it," one said as he pulled off her cloak. The rest 'ooo'd as he continued. "And she's come dressed as the Queen!" "Sexy!" another said.
"Do you know who I am?" The Queen asked. The idiots 'er'd a bit before Blackadder burst in.
"Yes, I know who you are. You're Merlin," The Queen smiled at this. Blackadder continued, "The happy pig!" The Queen frowned.
"Well, you're half-right, Edmund," she said. But she should be he, for where the Queen stood only a moment ago, was a young man with raven hair and cobalt-blue eyes. "I am not a happy pig, but," the young man's lips twitched upwards at this. "I am Merlin."