A note: Soon, if you all are interested and like this fic, I will be
writing another fic! Another smash-up with Monty Python, hehe. This time
it will be based off of "And Now For Something Completely Different!" (It
involves Sain robbing a lingerie store, you'll see) Yay, so look out for
that soon!
Kent, Canas and Heath walk warily though a thick wood. Hearing a rustling of leaves, Kent turns, but sees nothing. Again hearing a subtle sound, Canas snaps his head to the side, and sees a shadowy figure skulking through the forest. Suddenly, they all come face to face with an oversized, hairy knight in a rather foolish helmet with devil horns.
"Who are you?" Kent questioned.
"We are the Knights Who Say... Ni!" Oswin shouts in a girlish, silly voice.
"Nils, nils, nils, nils!" Nils prances around in a suit of extremely small suit of armor. Oswin pokes Nils with the lance and whispers harshly.
"No! It's "ni" not "nils", you egotistical Ritalin-case!"
"Nils, nils, nils!" He continues to shout until Oswin knocks him out with the butt of his lance.
He clears his throat. "THE SAME!"
"Those who hear them seldom live to tell the tale!" Kent says to Canas nervously.
"Who ARE WE?" Nils says drowsily, coming to momentarily.
"We are the keepers of the sacred words: Ni, Ping, and Neeeeee-wo!" Oswin proclaims.
"Ni, ni, ni, ni!" The extras shout happily. A brief and quiet "Nils!" is heard in the background.
Oswin glares at the motley crew. "The Knights of Ni demand... a sacrifice! Ni, ni, ni, ni!"
"Auugghh, no! No! Please, please, no more!" Kent begged.
"We will say Ni again to you if you do not appease us!" Oswin bellows, or rather squawks.
What is it you want?" Kent asks resignedly.
"We want... A SHRUBBERY!" Dramatic minor chord...!
"O Knights of Ni, we will bring you a shrubbery!" Kent offered.
"If you do not return with a shrubbery, you will never pass through these woods alive!" Oswin warned, sticking out his lance. (DO NOT TAKE THIS OUT OF CONTEXT, YOU SICKOS!)
The group starts to leave.
"One that's not too expensive!"
"Of course!"
"And make sure it looks nice!"
"Yes!"
"And maybe some pink flowers on it, with little butterflies..."
"What?!"
"Umm... nothing...."
Kent, Canas and Heath walk warily though a thick wood. Hearing a rustling of leaves, Kent turns, but sees nothing. Again hearing a subtle sound, Canas snaps his head to the side, and sees a shadowy figure skulking through the forest. Suddenly, they all come face to face with an oversized, hairy knight in a rather foolish helmet with devil horns.
"Who are you?" Kent questioned.
"We are the Knights Who Say... Ni!" Oswin shouts in a girlish, silly voice.
"Nils, nils, nils, nils!" Nils prances around in a suit of extremely small suit of armor. Oswin pokes Nils with the lance and whispers harshly.
"No! It's "ni" not "nils", you egotistical Ritalin-case!"
"Nils, nils, nils!" He continues to shout until Oswin knocks him out with the butt of his lance.
He clears his throat. "THE SAME!"
"Those who hear them seldom live to tell the tale!" Kent says to Canas nervously.
"Who ARE WE?" Nils says drowsily, coming to momentarily.
"We are the keepers of the sacred words: Ni, Ping, and Neeeeee-wo!" Oswin proclaims.
"Ni, ni, ni, ni!" The extras shout happily. A brief and quiet "Nils!" is heard in the background.
Oswin glares at the motley crew. "The Knights of Ni demand... a sacrifice! Ni, ni, ni, ni!"
"Auugghh, no! No! Please, please, no more!" Kent begged.
"We will say Ni again to you if you do not appease us!" Oswin bellows, or rather squawks.
What is it you want?" Kent asks resignedly.
"We want... A SHRUBBERY!" Dramatic minor chord...!
"O Knights of Ni, we will bring you a shrubbery!" Kent offered.
"If you do not return with a shrubbery, you will never pass through these woods alive!" Oswin warned, sticking out his lance. (DO NOT TAKE THIS OUT OF CONTEXT, YOU SICKOS!)
The group starts to leave.
"One that's not too expensive!"
"Of course!"
"And make sure it looks nice!"
"Yes!"
"And maybe some pink flowers on it, with little butterflies..."
"What?!"
"Umm... nothing...."