Meanwhile, at some crappy Renaissance Festival afterparty...
"Huzzah! Great Ren Fair everybody! You all dideth the splendid fair honor by your hoisting of leather filled mugs and usage of fake old English words!"
"I lord Thisslewhick dost declare, did'st though see-eth yon squire with ye olde mohawk haircut today?"
"Indeedeth I did! Why Sir Ravenshank I even made many an old timey comment about fairies enchanting his haircut! Fairies are old ye old way of saying 'it's all fucked up and looks strange'"
"Hey, did it all of the sudden get gayer in here?"
"It doth merilly did! I, Sir Tard-Nard hath joined the merriment! Raise a flask of mead and make way! Hey, it doth soundeth like a horseless buggy doth approach!"
"Zzzzzzr-SMASH!!!"
"Zounds! That fairy enchanted horseless buggy just killed Lord Tard-Nard dead!"
"Welllllll helllloooo Mary's! Do you all have a permit to be this lame? The only one of you who doesn't suck is the Black Knight over there"
"Straight pimpin' yo! All hail CZERKA, all hail SORP!"
"You doth killed Lord Tard-Nard...didst though not realizeth he is the only one of us who knows how to use the 36 sided dice? Revenge will fly on swift wings as you pay for the blood you have spilt here you spikey haired fairy enchanted knaves!"
"Christ, even their insults are pansey! Let's regulate....CZERKA/SORP style!"
"And what doth this CZERKA/SORP style entail? be it a black magic?"
"Well for one, Francine, when we get done kicking your asses, we're going to make you screw that horse over there for making all those damned fairy references"
"HUH-WHAT?"
"Hey look, just cuz I'm hanging out with these gimps in tunics and leotards doesn't mean I am some poofter! I'm out of this place, y'all can take your mead and pour it up yo' butts!"
"Wow...lookit him go!"
"Yarrrr! Attack!"
"CZERKA Karate Kick!"
"POIT!"
"Gah! You killed Lord Thisslewhick! I chargeth thee with a big ass ax!"
"Whoooaaa! This thing is heavy! I've never lifted anything heavier than a turkey leg!"
"Ooff! The end! It's is drawing near! I feel the darkness closing in on me...the light calls me to the afterlife! All my dead relatives are here! I see my old dog, Boba Fett! I see Seven of Nine taking her top off!"
"Gar! Make way for the dread pirate Gaybeard! I be requesting Headhunter for the 23rd time in a row, true as the north star!"
"Pirates dont have shit to do with the Renaissance you retard! Stop trying to make a historically inaccurate, yet gay crossovers!"
"Garrrr! What the hell else do pirates say? I be drawing a blank here for something piratey to say while yon fire breathing car advances upon me!"
"Haha, it's funny because he is on fire and going to burn slowly to a horrible death for wearing beads in his hair!"
"Bad news, we're probably going to be walking to Taco Bell, looks like I got a leather gauntlet stuck in one of the pulleys...oh well, it was worth it."