[He knows about... his own presence...? That's the best he can do. He'd flourish a little more if he weren't bothered and people weren't throwing things at him from the audience.
—and from stage, apparently!! He gets donked in the chest with a prop sword and just watches it clatter to the floor between them. There's silence. Even the audience holds its breath.]
Oh, no, you've vanquished me, [he says, deadpan.] How ever will I go on?
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—and from stage, apparently!! He gets donked in the chest with a prop sword and just watches it clatter to the floor between them. There's silence. Even the audience holds its breath.]
Oh, no, you've vanquished me, [he says, deadpan.] How ever will I go on?
[This, at least, gets a few people to laugh.]