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Hello, everybody. Welcome to another episode of Decoding the Unknown. Today, is Robin Hood really real? I mean, written by ills are read by me, the former

of the show, I've never read this before, we're going to explore it together. I mean,

no, Robinin's not real. He's like, he's a fox. I know I'm thinking of Disney's Robin Hood,

but on the like, oh, I'm thinking of King Arthur or something, aren't I? Who's the wizard? There's the wizard and he's got the teapot and he keeps pouring

and he says, say when? And he can't stop it because he doesn't say when. He says, that's enough.

Oh my God, you could ask seven-year-old Simon. He would know more about Robin Hood than 37-year-old Simon,

which honestly I'm not ashamed of. Let's just jump into it, shall we? I'm starting this off pretty skeptical, although of course there could be real-life historical figure

Robin Hood. Wasn't there a Robin Hood like live-action movie with some famous actor? All I remember

of Robin Hood is he's a fox. He's an anthropomorphic fox. And that's always what I imagine

in my mind is Robin Hood. He's wearing that green outfit. On a cool misty morning, a gilded coach with solid it.

On a cool misty morning, a gilded coach with solid gold hubcaps rattles along a poorly maintained dirt road snaking its way through the towering oaks of Sherwood Forest.

Wait, isn't he? Oh my God, I realize I know nothing about this. I'm like, isn't, isn't Robin Hood from Nottingham

Boris? But he is from Sherwood Forest, isn't he? Is it the sheriff of Nottingham or something?

Who's the bad guy? Oh my God, I remember nothing. Really, we need to consult seven-year-old Simon here.

It's tax season. Oh, no. And the whole has been good. Oh, I see. I see. Oh, wait, the tax dude rides around in a coach

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