Character: Cook

You can't spend so much time in the shadows and not become dark from the inside.

I think you've been naughty!
- You're in my age!
- Wanted something to steal? My pie?
Your pies? Who will encroach on your rancid pies?
- They said about Camelot, you fool.
- It's true. The crust gives the rust, but the filling is horse manure, and the smell... Yes, latrine!
- No one dares to criticize my cakes!
- Oh, sorry, let's talk about your pudding: if it is vomiting, dried in the sun. And meatballs, what I say about them, if the king himself likened them with frog eggs soaked in slime!

Little girl plays with a knife - how irresponsible! Here, take the chainsaw.