Lady Willow, the Pure: "This fog sure is creepy."

Sir Giles, the Wise: "Don’t worry. It wouldn’t be England without a little fog. As a matter of fact, I feel quite at home now."

Lady Willow: "You would. Does anybody else feel like they’re being watched?"

Sir Lancelot, the Brave: "Nonsense!"

Suddenly, the fog thins and right in front of them stand several very tall creatures wearing antlers. "We are the Knights who say ‘Ni!’"

Lady Willow: "Wha..?"

Sir Lancelot: "No! Not the Knights of Ni!"

Lead Knight: "Yes. We are the Knights of Ni. What brings you through our forest?"

Sir Giles: "We seek the Holy Grail. We believe the Grail may be housed in a castle just beyond this forest."

Lead Knight: "Very well, but you may not pass until you have brought us a sacrifice."

Sir Lancelot: "Sacrifice! I’ll show you sacrifice!" He unsheathes his sword and charges the Knights, but is held at bay by a barrage of "Ni"s.

Lead Knight: "I shall say ‘Ni’ to you again unless you bring us a sacrifice!"

Sir Giles: "OK, fine. What is it that you want?"

Lead Knight: "You shall bring us a....shrubbery!"

Sir Giles: "You’re bloody out of your minds!"

Lady Willow: "Sir Lancelot, You’re not...related...to these people, are you?"

Lead Knight: "Go now!"

Rest of the Knights: "Ni! Ni! Ni!"

Sir Lancelot: "Hurry! We must go!"

Sir Giles: "We have brought you your shrubbery. May we have passage now, O’ Knights of Ni?"

Lead Knight: "We are no longer the Knights who say ‘Ni’. We are now the Knights who say ‘Eckieckieckiekabong!’ We now require another sacrifice."

Sir Giles: "They’re truly mad."

Lady Willow: "That’s it. I quit."

The Knights jump back in pain, much like Sir Lancelot previously. Lead Knight: "She said the word!"

Lady Willow: "What word?"

Lead Knight: "Suffice to say, the word is something the Knights cannot hear."

Sir Giles: "How are we going to avoid saying it, if you don’t tell us what it is?"

Lead Knight: "Stop saying the word!"

Sir Giles: "I don’t even know what it is!"

Lead Knight: "He said it! No, now I’ve said it. I said it again!"

Lady Willow: "It!"

Sir Giles: "It isn’t wise to taunt lunatics."

Sir Giles: "Brother Maynard, could you tell us about this castle?"

Lady Willow: "What were you saying about lunatics?"

Sir Lancelot: "Sorry. I got a tad carried away."

Sir Giles: "Now what do we do? No one here can help us."

Lady Willow: "Let’s find King Xander. I hope he’s OK."

Sir Giles: "He’ll be fine."

Will they find the Grail? Or King Xander? Or Sir Lancelot’s sanity? Or a padded cell?