The townspeople poked Merlin and Surly with pitchforks and burned them with fire to kick them out of their village for harassment.

"Why do we need to feel pain?!" shouted Merlin.

"Get out!" a person yelled.

"We don't need you shoving anything in our mouths!" another one yelled.

"You should be glad they were marshmallows," Merlin said.

"Shoo! Shoo!" shouted a kid that was laughing at the King's miserable pain a day before.

The wizard and the owl started to run as fast as they could to escape the roaring crowd of decent human beings. They finally escaped, ran behind an oak tree, and rubbed their rear ends from the fire of pain. They both got severely disappointed and wanted to shout the worst expletives that not even the most naughty person would say. Well, neither of them were naughty people because they were stupid babby characters, so it would make sense why they would act like toddlers.

"You poopy head!" Surly scolded Merlin. "This is all your fault because nothing is ever my fault!"

"You're a stupid babby character!" said the black pot to the black kettle.

"You stupid!" Surly shouted, starting to forget English phrases because he was a stupid babby character. "Stop yelling at me! It hurts my feelings!"

"Wait a minute…" said Merlin. "I think I might have seen something in the future that is similar to what is happening right now. Let me check."

With his creepy, wide eyes, Merlin looked through the tunnel of time into A.D. 2013. He saw a wonderful, magical box that played a recording of a kid screaming his head off at the people viewing.

"'Cause you frickin' fricks just can't ever be quenched!"

"When will you learn… that your actions have consequences?!"

"You ruined it with your frickin' fantasies! Your adventure fantasies!"

"All you frickin' fan-fricks, and your frickin' fantasies, spewed out at you by frickin' poop merchants! I'm tired of all you fricks!"

"We don't need classic Sonic, right?! WROOOOOOOOOONG!"

"You frickin' trolls just need to get out of my channel right now!"

"Curse you! Curse you, Sonic fanbase!"

"Slave, what are you watching?" demanded Surly.

"That's it!" said Merlin. "Instead of straight up shoving the marshmallows, we can instead scream at people and wreck their houses! Then we can get them to consume the treats! What do you think, slave?"

Surly made a punchable smile and said, "That's a great idea! Where did you learn that?"

"SammyClassicSonicFan," Merlin stated.

"What?" asked Surly.

"It's a 21st century thing," Merlin informed. "Anyway, we mustn't give up! The Devil's minions shall rise up and control England! Haw haw haw haw haw!"

Meanwhile, the King was helping Arthur supply his arrows and support his bow in order to shoot the target. There were some problems here and there, i.e., dropping the bow and breaking the arrows out of frustration. After Arthur calmed down, he was finally able to stand up straight and aim at the target.

"I bet you'll suck at this!" Gawain shouted.

"Gawain!" yelled the King. "Remember what I told you!"

Arthur's hand was growing tension from holding the arrow pointing towards the target for so long. He didn't know if he was too high, too low, too off, or just too weak. He turned to the King and asked him a question.

"What is the fraction that I need to get in order to pass this test?"

"Well," the King said, "for this, it's usually 3 out of 5. However, that doesn't necessarily mean you could fail the entire training field from failing this specific test. Just try your best."

Arthur then turned around, took a deep breath, and let go of the bowstring. The arrow ejected and speeded towards the wooden target. And guess what happened next? Arthur did it! He hit the target!

"Yes! I did it! King, I did it on my first try!"

"Hold on," said Gawain as he approached Arthur. "You did hit the target. However, you didn't hit the center of it. The arrow is a mere 10 centimeters away from the middle."

Arthur looked at the target for a third time and got disappointed from his overbearing excitement.

"No problem," Arthur said. "I can just use the remaining four arrows, and then - "

"Just hurry up so I can go!" Gawain rudely interrupted.

Arthur rolled his eyes and shot the last four arrows. Yes, every single one of them. And here is some bad news for you: Arthur only hit the center four times! Gawain's mouth gaped open wide as the King congratulated Arthur for his improvement.

"It's probably just instinct…" Arthur theorized.

"Well, now I can go," Gawain said before he pulled an arrow from his pack.

But then, he looked up and saw the pigeon from the previous chapter perched on the castle. The pigeon was looking down at him with a concerned look, since he saw Gawain yeeting the chicken's head off from carelessness.

"You vitriolic pigeon!" shouted Gawain. "I can do better! You'll see! I can hit the center of…"

But then, Gawain made one of the worst mistakes anyone could do with a bow: he let go of the bowstring that was facing the sky.

The pigeon's eyes widened and cooed for someone to save him from the arrow's probable landings. He flew around and around and around again as he shouted, "Coo! Coo! Coo!" The arrow was getting closer to the bird's abdomen and he was out of hope. Fortunately, it missed and the arrow fell down onto the wooden fence of the courtyard.

"Oops!" said Gawain in a stupid voice.

The King's eyes turned red and literal steam was coming out of his ears. Yes, real steam!

"Executed!" the King hollered.

Gawain screamed his girl baby bat scream before he realized it was just a reflex that the King sometimes exhibited.

But Gawain also realized he wasn't free because the pigeon came swooping down with rage and started pecking Gawain's whole body.

"AAAAAHHH!" he screamed.

"It's your own fault…" Arthur said.

After Gawain got the pigeon to fly back up into the sky, he said, "No one needs you to say that. Literally!"

"Well," Arthur claimed, "you were being rude to me during my match."

Gawain grunted as he took the other four arrows and started shooting. At the end, he only hit the target once, and it was straight in the center. He grunted again.

"Well, at least you hit the center…" the King remarked. "And wait a minute! Where did the other three arrows go?!"

After the King saw the arrows near the chickens' coop, it resulted in an unspeakable scene that I could go to prison for describing. Also, we all know Gawain is so incompetent, that nobody would care what would happen to him. But much to their dismay, they were oblivious to what was occurring inside the castle…