Friar Tuck:
[singing drunkenly]
Old King Richard's gone to war, loves his wine and warring/But for those of us who stay at home, there's only beer and whoring/Play the music, dance the day, think not on tomorrow...
Guy of Gisborne:
FRIAR! I'm sure you shall find it much more difficult to sing with a sword in your gullet!
Friar Tuck:
Yes, my lord.
[laughs, to himself]
Friar Tuck:
You pig.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:21