Monty Python and the Holy Tooth Brush
Chapter One:
The sun always rises in the east, this morning was no different than any other. Darkness then… alarm clock. Irritating and dream defeating, a loud groan of disappointment echoes between his ears. A heavy hand slaps down on the buzzing machine.
"wwwhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaa?" King Arthur glances around with blurry vision.
"Wheeeerreeee…. Oh bloody hell," automatically he realizes that he is in his very room in which he had passed out the night before. Slowly rolling out of his straw covered bed he lands heavily on the carpet that cushions his mud-caked feet. Wiggling his toes slightly, he says to himself in disgust,
"Kings don't have shit all over them…bloody hell."
Still in a drug-induced state, he peers at himself in the mirror to see if he has other obstinacies on his face.
Blue eyes.
Beard needs some trimming.
Nose is adequate.
Eyebrows needs waxing.
BLOODY HELL! BRITISH COFFEE-STAINED-CAVITY-INFECTED-PLAQUE-RIDDEN-MISSING-TEETH TEETH!
What will happen next? Stay tuned kids!