"This is not funny!" shouted an irate Gawain.
"No, it's not. It's not funny at all," replied Galahad though his sides were shaking with laughter.
"Well then stop laughing and help me. It does actually hurt you know!"
"Of course, of course," said Galahad, wiping a little tear from his eye. "Just let me get a better look at the damage."
Galahad moved around to Gawain's side where he lay wounded on the ground. Having prepared Gawain, he broke of the end off the arrow shaft and peeled back his clothing to get a better look.
"Well," he said, surreptitiously admiring the view, "It doesn't look too bad, and it's shallow. I can pull it out, and then we can patch you up. That will last you until we can get you home, although I don't know how you're going to manage riding in your condition."
Again Galahad desperately tried to suppress a giggle and Gawain scowled at him.
"Just get it out!" he said through gritted teeth.
"Very well then, brace yourself."
Gawain squeezed his eyes shut… and Galahad, with a rather large smile on his face, proceeded to pull the arrow out of Gawain's ass.