#i'm pretty sure this applies to every text in the arthurian canon

[talesfromtheenchantedforest]

going to King Arthur's court to find a knight to help you with your problems really seems like the medieval equivalent of rolling up to a Taco Bell at 1AM where the drunk ultimate frisbee team is elbow-deep in nachos and are very enthusiastic about helping you fight off your horrible in-laws or your encroaching neighbor but have the focus and direction of a pile of puppies