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.
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.