Scampi: Each year, from December to December.

Peter quoth: Hark!  I have slain the evil sorceress who liveth at the edge of the forest.

Scampi: That wasn’t very nice.

Peter quoth: Nay, but for that I slew her with my goodness and incomparable beauty.

Scampi: Oh.

Peter quoth: She knew me not.  I blinded her with white light, that she could not look upon my face.

Scampi: Who do you think you are?  Sir Galahad?

Peter: No.  I don’t talk like that.

Scampi: I suppose all good things must come to an end.

Peter: Yes.  Especially when they are works of fiction.