4 thoughts on “Everything Comes In Threes

  1. ARTHUR: So once we’ve eaten the five pancakes, …

    SIR LANCELOT: Three pancakes

    ARTHUR: THREE pancakes, we shall lobbest the Holy
    Hand Grenade of Antioch, that the pancakes shall be blown to bits….*Eyes skyward to Heaven*… in thy mercy…

    ALL: RIGHT!!

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