This isn't Robin Hood

Let's hear it for Throbbin' Hood!

Hear, hear!

And let's hear it for that free pussy!

Hear, hear!

There it is.

Unhand me, you ruffians!

Stop straggling, or I'll chop you up and throw you into the forest.

Throbbin' Hood, good tidings.

What do we have here, dandy fellow, eh?

We cornered him on Black Forest Road.

Could it be he did not hear that the woods are governed by the keeper of the forest and his merry men?

I have heard the tales of the thieves of the timber,

but I did not think them fools enough to ****** the Squire of Pennypinch.

Squire of Pennypinch, eh?

Gentlemen, this is the very man that imposed the pussy tax.

And in charge of the Queen's treasury.

She demands it to be bigger.

She says size does matter.

So be it the law.

Let me tell you something about the law, my dear fellow.

It only protects people like you who rob from the poor.

Are you calling me a thief?

You, Throbbin' Hood?

My dear fellow, I merely rob from the fad of people like you to feed the skinny and the poor.

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