home on the range

how do you do, good lady. I am traversing my realm. I am Cedric, your king.
I didn't know we had a king. I thought we were an autonomous collective.
a what?
if you're a king, then we're living in a self-perpetuating autocracy in which the working class is endlessly repressed.
please, please, good woman, I am in haste. who is the lord of these lands?
lord? we don't have a lord. we're an anarcho-syndicalist commune.
yes, yes.
we take turns to be executive officer for the week, but all the decisions of that officer have to be ratified at a special bi-weekly meeting, by a simple majority in the case of purely internal affairs...
I see.
...but by a two thirds majority in the case of...
I've heard enough! I order you to be quiet!
order, eh? who do you think you are?
I am your king you bloody peasant!
there it is! there's the violence inherent in the system! I'm calling a communal meeting right now! king indeed!
where's my squire? get me out of here!
king indeed!