{Transcript by Mike}
{Title: 12. Sizzles}

[Mordred and Wiglaf are chatting.]
Mordred: You sure took your sweet time.
Wiglaf: That’s ’cause I’ve got a surprise.

[Wiglaf holds up Camlann.]

[Mordred smirks, now holding the sword.]
Mordred: Ha, ha, ha. The Sword of Camlann is in my grasp.

[Mordred continues.]
Mordred: As it should be, because only I am worthy enough to rule the world.

Mordred: Plus, it’s shiny.

[Mordred smiles contently.]

[Mordred looks at the sword as it begins to sizzle.]
Mordred: Do you smell something burning?

[Mordred drops the sword as it scorches his hands.]
Mordred: YEOWCH

[Mordred tries to cool his sizzling hands while Wiglaf interrogates the Camlann.]
Mordred: I HATE YOU! ow ow ow ow…

Wiglaf: You knew that was going to happen. Didn’t you!?
Camlann: May~be.