"MERLIN!"

Merlin stops in the middle of the halls.

'Why, this can't be good'.

"MERLIN! What's this?!" Arthur comes stomping angrily, clothes soaked and shoes squeaking against the floor, while holding up a red sopping shirt.

"...Your shirt, sire?"

"Why, of course it is my shirt! But you enlighten me as to why I found it in the CHAMBER POT just before the UNGODLY THING EXPLODED!

"Maybe you'd dropped it and the pot-monster didn't agree with the colour?"

"MERLIN!"

"What? He might be a fashion-fashionista?

"MERLIIIIINNN!"

"Shut... up...?"

"..."

"..Sire?"

"GUAARRDDSS!"

And that's how Merlin finally acquired his own chambers...

In the dungeons.