Brave, Brave, Sir Robin... Your deeds we humbly sing But could you just perhaps please stop Insessantly running! You haven't paid us yet Three fortnights has it been! Brave, Brave Sir Robin!
Brave, Brave, Sir Robin A fiscal mind hath he He keeps his pennies tightly In a fist of penury! His noble banner flies His sheild so bold and true But low it seems we've lost our seems Our pay is overdue! Brave, Brave, Sir Robin!
Brave, Brave Sir Robin His debts do others pay But cert'ly not to minstrels bold Who make their merry way! Sir Robin might have slipped Us for a moment, true But we are loyal, if not brave And won't be paid by you! We We We We follow Brave Sir ROBIN!
Todd bites his lower lip and tries not to burst into hysterical laughter.
"I'm so sorry to hear that. Why do you guys dig Sir Robin so much, anyway? I mean..." He glances over his shoulder. "...seems like a bit of a chicken to me..."
Brave Brave Sir Robin Dear Sir, please understand That if we break a contract here We lose our dental plan. Our benefits are struck Our pension plan'd be gone And so we try to catch this guy And sing and sing along... Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave Sir Robin!
Todd clucks his tongue. "I see. So he's abusing his workers, is he." He shakes his head. "I think you guys should protest his sorry ass. You should form a union!"
"Have they gone?"
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There's something familiar about this guy. Real familiar - but he can't quite place it.
So he just turns his head and looks towards the door. "Have who gone?"
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Your deeds we humbly sing
But could you just perhaps please stop
Insessantly running!
You haven't paid us yet
Three fortnights has it been!
Brave, Brave Sir Robin!
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He claps.
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"Oh, da- drat. THEM. Oh Lord, protect thy servant from his minstrels..."
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He goes back to a muttered prayer.
It started out as a prayer for intercession, but since that bit's clearly already worked, it has now turned into a prayer of thanksgiving.
Especially since he just realized that he's sitting behind a bar.
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"Good minstrels. Does Brave Sir Robin owe you some copper?"
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"Well? Does he?"
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Brave, Brave, Sir Robin
A fiscal mind hath he
He keeps his pennies tightly
In a fist of penury!
His noble banner flies
His sheild so bold and true
But low it seems we've lost our seems
Our pay is overdue!
Brave, Brave, Sir Robin!
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Brave, Brave Sir Robin
His debts do others pay
But cert'ly not to minstrels bold
Who make their merry way!
Sir Robin might have slipped
Us for a moment, true
But we are loyal, if not brave
And won't be paid by you!
We We We We follow
Brave Sir ROBIN!
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"I'm so sorry to hear that. Why do you guys dig Sir Robin so much, anyway? I mean..." He glances over his shoulder. "...seems like a bit of a chicken to me..."
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Dear Sir, please understand
That if we break a contract here
We lose our dental plan.
Our benefits are struck
Our pension plan'd be gone
And so we try to catch this guy
And sing and sing along...
Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave Sir Robin!
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Todd clucks his tongue. "I see. So he's abusing his workers, is he." He shakes his head. "I think you guys should protest his sorry ass. You should form a union!"
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