I just haaad to do this. I've been wanting to do it for a long time now lol.

And we shall begin with credits in a foreign language with inaccurate subtitles.

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(I know this guy and when he was a kid he lived on an island)

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(And then it got taken over by zombie-vamps)

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Pardon for this interruption of the credits. We apologize for the inaccurate subtitles. The person responsible has been punished. You may now continue enjoying this nonsense.

(And then he was saved by this bad a** gun slinging lady who came out of nowhere)

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(And then she raised him to be a fellow bad a** gunslinger who comes out of nowhere)

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(like BATMAAAAN)

Excuse us again. Apparently the source of the problem was not the subtitler himself. Rather it was another man on the phone talking to the subtitler. They have both been punished (the guy on the phone was hung up on)

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(But then he had to blow up a plane and then he got depressed because his bad a** gun slinging adopted mom was on board. And then he got married to some albino looking lady who was magical. And then she died too and he was depressed again. And then he found this really stupid ginger kid-)

Forgive us for the last time. We tried to punish the man on the phone (he called back) but our forces were sniped. So we will finish the last bit of the credits with some really trippy-a** footage from the last half hour 2001 a Space Odyssey. We are not responsible for any seizures that may occur.

(TRIPPYNEEEEEEEEEES)

A clacking noise steadily broke through the eerie silence of the fog blanketed stairs. The dark form of a shrine gate loomed amongst the mist as the great King Arthuria approached. The sound of her loyal red-headed steed, Shirou, pacing onward and the slight clanging of Arthuria's armor were the only sounds to be heard. As they approached the castle, a voice shouted from its roof.

"Halt!" the voice was obviously that of a man's, and had a strange, rather oriental accent. "Who goes there?" The man stepped out into the gloomy light, making him visible. He wore something that made his shoulders look broader than they really were, and long blueish purple hair that was pulled back into a high ponytail, save for a pair of side bangs that framed his Asian face.

"It is I, Arthuria, daughter of Uther Pendragon, from the castle of Camelot. King of the Britons. Defeater of the Saxons, and sovereign of all England."

"And who is that there?" he pointed towards her noble steed.

"This is my horse, Shirou. Now would you please go ask your Master-"

"Hold on a moment, that's not a horse."

Arthuria looked behind her, only to find the familiar sight of none other than her steed. "Well of course he is! A horse is a horse, of course-"

"Are you blind? You are using mere coconuts to fabricate the sound of hooves! You've got two halves of coconut and you're banging them together." The Asian man was sounding as though he were getting irritated.

"It doesn't matter. Anyways can you please-"

"Where did you get them?"

"Get what?"

"The coconuts. Where'd you get them from?"

"Well what do you mean?"

"Well, we're in Japan, and Japan is a temperate climate, whereas coconuts are tropical."

"We found them," Arthuria said.

"Found them!? In Japan?"

"Well the swallow may fly south, or any other bird may seek warmer climes in winter, yet these are no strangers to this land." That was simple logic.

"Are you suggesting"…his voice got all low and deadly, his accent only making it more so. "That coconuts…migrate?"

"Absolutely not! They could have been carried."

"Nani- A swallow carrying a coconut!? Absurd!" The asian man was getting angreh.

"It could grip it by the husk," she said.

"It is not a matter of where it is gripped! It's a matter of weight ratio! A five ounce swallow cannot carry a one pound coconut! I should know, I strike them down all the time!"

Arthuria found it strange that this strange Asian man would strike down swallows for a living. However, the conversation was running dry, and she had knightly business to attend to. "Well it doesn't matter! Will you go to your Master and tell him that Arthur Pendragon has come from Camelot?"

There was a momentary silence. "You see," the man continued in a business-like tone. "In order to maintain air-speed velocity, a swallow must beat its wings forty-three times per second, correct?"

"PLEASE!" Arthuria shouted in exasperation.

" Am I not correct?"

"I'm not interested!"

Another voice came in from behind the shrine gate, one that said, "It could be carried by an African swallow." A man in all black with a white skull-shaped mask stepped into sight.

The Asian man replied, "Well an African swallow, perhaps, but not an oriental one, that's my point."

"Of course, I agree with that."

"WILL YOU ASK YOUR MASTER," Arthuria abruptly interrupted. "If he wants to join my court at Camelot!?"

Another quiet moment. "But then, of course, African swallows are non-migratory," pointed out the purple-haired man.

"Oh, yeah… Well what if two swallows carried it together?" the man with the white skull mask put out.

"Oh, that's ridiculous. They would have had to carry it on a string."

"Simple! Just use a strand of…"

The swallow exerts' voices faded away as Arthuria and Shirou trotted on away, denoting the Master of this castle to be unworthy of a place at the round table.