You mind your own business and then you notice a robust man fully clad in pitch-black armor and a rustic helmet with a thinly carved slit displaying the ghastly glow of his eyes, granting it an air of formidability and fine construction, with perfectly melds magnificence and functionality.

For no apparent reason, the Black Knight himself, Lancelot Berserker started screaming his King's name "Arthur" in the madness at the spinning banana on the table like a mad dog.

AAARRRTTTHHHHUURRRRR!!!!