[ WP ] An epic battle between two knights is about to take place . One knight constantly speaks in euphemisms . The other makes puns non-stop .

`` It is time to put this to rest.'' 
 
 `` Oh, Michael, you never fail to slay me,'' 
 
 The Knight of Silver, stood appraising the --. No, the Knight of Silver would not appraise George's Black Armor nor would he acknowledge the fact that he was a Knight. George's entire existence was annoying in this way. 
 
 `` I will silence you once and for all.'' 
 
 `` Well, then,'' said George placing a single white dot on his chest plate, `` will you cut to the point?'' 
 
 `` You'll soon be in a better place.'' 
 
 George suddenly ran over to an easel, and Michael groaned knowing what was going to come next. 
 
 `` Any closer Michael, and I'll draw my blade.'' 
 
 `` I warn you George, anymore ridiculous jokes and the next breath you draw will be your last.'' 
 
 `` No, I draw blades, Michael. How would I draw breath?'' 
 
 `` You need not concern yourself with drawing anything any longer.'' 
 
 `` As much as I've considered moving onto sculpting, as an artist I'd always return to drawing. I mean the difference between a sculptor who only sculpts and sculptor who can also draw is like Day and, well,'' said George putting his hands on his hips, `` me.'' 
 
 `` There will be one less Knight in the Kingdom today.'' 
 
 `` Well, let's not lose our head over this.'' 
 
 `` What?'' Michael turned around only to see the executioner with a readied axe just as was to swing. 
 
 `` Let's just say you'll have a change in perspective after this.'' said George, in deference to the fallen Knight. 
 

