You know, it's starting to get a bit beyond now, it really is...
I don't know where Prince Pompous gets his ideas from, I really don't. And as for his insults, well, they're ridiculously stupid. Quite pitiful, really.
Not to mention they make absolutely no sense.
Because honestly, how does having a lance thrown at me, followed by a pummelling from a mace, inspire him to infer that I'm a flower?
I could think of far better words. Brave, competent, and resilient, to name but a few.
But noooo... Arthur calls me a daffodil.
What is it with that man?