The knight had been sent to slay the fractal

The knight had been sent to slay the fractal dragon: An enormous dragon made out of smaller dragons, who, in turn, were made out of even smaller dragons. It kept going like this

indefinitely which was definitely a definite proof of indefinality. "WRRAAARR!" Cried the fractal dragon. "DDAAARRR!" Cried the knight, unsheathing his mighty

2.8 dimensional vorpal blade. The dragons head sprouted additional dragon heads which themselves mushroomed heads ad infinitum. As fast as the knights blade went snick-snack,

the last dragon's head smacked its lips and said, "Snack-snack, mm!" The other 101 heads rolled with laughter, sending smoke signals at the bewildered knight. His horse reared

as he deflected the dagger-like fangs of the 102nd head with his lance. The Last Dragon was making sport of him, his courage. With a prayer he hurled a potion, his secret weapon,

at the 102nd head. It succeeded - the potion worked its way down the dragon's neck, targeting and destroying its heart. Now all he had to do was find the lost sword of Arthur.

Arthur was still pretty sore about that loss. He'd spend hours in the gardens, in the shadow of the Blood Spear Tower, brooding with a closed fist & not Excalibur. Sir Perronicus s

-uspected that Arthur was depressed. "Grieve not, my lord," Sir Perronicus told him, "for thou hast lived another day and that is enough. Plus, you're married to a honey." Arthur

sheath, his loincloth, exposing his secret weapon, his LONG fellow, his BIG gun. “Let the tomfoolery begin!” Arthur bequeathed, as he twirled around & took his leave stage right.