Eight: I am your king, long may I reign!
Inky Pearl: Well I didn’t vote for you!
Eight: You don’t vote for kings.
Inky Pearl: Well how’d you become king then?
Eight: Pearlfan of the Lake, their arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water, signifying by divine providence that I, Eight, was to carry Excalibur. That is why I am your king.
Inky Pearl: Listen. Strange people lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.