I am your king.
Well I didn't vote for you.
You don't vote for kings.
Well, how did you become king, then?
The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in purest shimmering samite, held Excalibur aloft from the bosom of the waters to signify that by Divine Providence....I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur....that is why I am your King.
Look, strange women lying on their backs in ponds handing over swords....that's no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.
Be quiet!
You can't expect to wield supreme executive power just because some watery tart threw a sword at you.
Shut up!
I mean, if I went round saying I was an emperor because some moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me, people would put me away.
Shut up, will you. Shut up!
Ah! Now we see the violence inherent in the system.