"YOU DON'T VOTE FOR KING!"

"Well, how did you become King?"

"The lady in the lake, her arm clad in the purist shimmering samite held aloft Excaliber from the bosom of the water, signifying by divine Providence that I, Arthur, am to be King of the Britains!"

"King of the who?"

"King of the Britains!"

"Who are the Britains?"

"We are. We are all Britains, and I am your King!"

"Well, I didn't vote for ya."

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It's gonna be Steve Mc!