A/N: This was a little crack-bunny my boyfriend planted in my head after a date. It's total crack and has no continuity or real plot. Transformers belong to a bunch of people who are not me and Spamalot belongs to Monty Python. Fun, but not money, will be made.
A FAMOUS HISTORIAN:
England, 932 A.D. A kingdom divided. To the West, the Anglo-Saxons.
To the East, the French. Above, nothing but Celts and some people from Scotland.
In Guinard, Palace, and Difford, plague.
In the kingdoms of Wessex, Sussex, Essex and Kent, plague.
In Mercia, and the two Anglias, plague, with a 50% chance of pestilence
and famine coming out of the Northeast at twelve miles per hour.
Legend tells us of an extrodanairy leader who arose from the chaos to unite a troubled kingdom.
A man with a vision, who gathered knights together in a Holy Quest.
This man was Arthur, King of the Britains, for this was England!
Well, not really. This was actually a Transformers boding session. Now before you ask, yes, I was there and no, I don't want to talk about it. I think the footage speaks for itself.
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