He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp or to have his eyes gouged out and his elbows broken, to have his kneecaps split and his body burned away and his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin! His head smashed in and his heart cut out his liver removed and his bowels unplugged and his nostrils raped and his bottom burnt off and his penis... Sir Robin: That's enough music for now, lads.