Bad Boys (Medieval Cover)
KNIGHTS:
HERALD: hear ye, hear ye: sirs Buckley & Thornberry, there be whispers of odd goings at ye ol'Wickersham farm, requested haste if necessary.
SIR BUCKLEY: Aye thank good sir, Come along Lad Thornberry, Lady Wickersham probably caught her husband giving pleasantries to the young lass down by the fjords again...
THORNBERRY: With the way Lady Wickersham banshees about I'd spend my nights down by the fjord too...
[They laugh before arriving to the farm Lady Wickersham has her husband cornered on the roof throwing rocks at him.]
HUSBAND: HELP! THIS SHE-DEVILS GONE SICK WIT MADNESS! MADNESS MOST FOWL I SAY!
SIR BUCKLEY: Settle thy tone sir! ye will get thy turn, Lady Wickersham what seems to be thy aliment today?
LADY WICKERSHAM: I WANT HIM GONE! HE'S BEEN TRYIN TO TAKE THE BLOODY PISS WIT' ME? NEVERMORE I SAY!
HUSBAND: ME AND DELILA ARE JUST ACQUAINTANCES I SWEAR! IT NEVER WENT ANYWHERE BEYOND LETTERS!
THORNBERRY: *holding a tooth* Lady Wickersham must've keen sight, She knock thy teeth right out wit' them stones!
HUSBAND: Oh.. no tha' wasn't me wife, I just got over the plague...
THORNBERRY: Oh....*drops tooth* EW!
