3 Peasants are standing in a circle. One looks worried. ANother has a rusty, old mace. The third is just watching on.
Mace-wielding peasant to the Worried Pesant: 'Bill! BILL! I have a cure! I'm gonna pulp your head with this here rusty mace I got from the town watch. It may take me a few swings; I'm not one o' them 'venturin types. Then me and Zed here are gonna do some odd jobs to make the money to resurrect you with a scroll. Shant take us more than, oh..five years? Bill? Why are you runnin!? BILL!'
That sounds very familiar, where's it from?
