"Will you join us in our quest for the Holy Fish?" asked King Arthur, stroking his beard, envious of the authority that Sir Kelmosot seemed to have. In three words, he was jealous.

"You're just jealous!" said Sir Kelmosot. Em…apparently he's psychic too. "…Because I'm psychic!" TOLD YOU!

"The King is never jealous!" It was Arthur's turn to be offended.

"I'm hungry," mused Sir Anthur, interrupting the talk of jealousy and psychic people.

"You can have some of his coconuts…" said Psychic Sir Kelmosot. Sir Anthur went to get the coconuts, feeling sad.

"I was just about to say that," growled King Arthur.

"I know," growled PSK in return.

"Well, we will leave you gentlemen to your battle now," said Arthur.

"But I'm not finished my coconuts!" protested Anthur.

"You may finish them before we resume the battle," said Sir Kelmosot.

And so the Knights of the Round Table rode on. There was silence, as the knights, who (except for Arthur) had barely said anything, mused.