Virtue Knight, recovering from his grueling/easy/tainted/incredible/nonsensical win, sits in his locker room along with Count Justice and a recovering AJ Gentile.
Virtue Knight: So, Squire Gentile... How doth thou feel?
AJ Gentile: Better... I can’t believe that stuff happened to me! I mean, who would think I would stumble into a trap like that?
Count Justice: Aye! Twas quite silly! Thou be a fool, Squire Gentile!
AJ Gentile: Yeah... Hehe... I sure am lucky nothing worse happened to me though!
Virtue Knight: Aye. And twas a most noble manner in which I didst slayeth mine opponents! They be like two squealing swine skewered upon the end of mine shining lance! Huzzah!
Count Justice: Huzzah!
AJ Gentile: So... You want me to come out there for your next match? I mean, I think I’m well enough to come out!
Virtue Knight: Nay. I doth nay needeth thine aide! I be well! I shalt defeateth yon fool the Monk, posthaste! For his kind be sequestered in monasteries, copyingeth books. Hah! What a foolish notion that be! For books shalt ne’er be important!
Count Justice: Aye! Only weak scholars doth readeth books! Hah! Tis nay well.
Virtue Knight: Thou be right. Justice, where be thine horse, White Supremacy? Thou doth know, the horse with a fine glossy coat of white hair whose breeding from the king’s own stables hath made him the strongest and most supreme horse in all the land?
Count Justice: Aye! I doth knoweth of mine horse’s history! For why doth thou thinketh I didst nameth him White Supremacy?
AJ Gentile: I don’t know guys... Some people might take it the wrong way, like as a racial slur or something.
Virtue Knight: Haha! Only foolish Moors wouldst taketh it in such a way! And, as we doth all knoweth, foolish Moors should all be slain!
AJ Gentile: Actually, Moorish society was destroyed in 1492 when the last Moorish stronghold in Grenada was conquered by Christian invaders, at which point the culture of the Moors was completely destroyed.
Virtue Knight: Hah! Thou be a fool, Squire Gentile! For it be 1200, nay 1492! Thou be quite foolish!
Count Justice: Aye, and thou speaketh like Sir Nakedman, repeating things thou didst sayeth earlier in the sentence!
Virtue Knight: Aye! That be quite true! Justice, I doth thinketh he still be ill from the ambush earlier!
Count Justice: Doth thou thinketh we shouldst get the leeches?
AJ Gentile: What?! Leeches?! NO!
Virtue Knight: The poor lad be delusional! We shouldst -
There is a knocking at the door.
Virtue Knight: Fie! We be disturbed! Well, I doth supposeth the leeches can wait.
AJ Gentile: Whew...
Virtue Knight: I shalt openeth the door!
Virtue goes over to open the door...