Part 83: Show, Don't Tell

We have, with some effort, chased Trevor across the bridge.





doop de doo

don't mind me, just passing


Right, then. Let's chase Trevor to the big Act Three stage.


Trevor crouches and springs!

FIGHT!


... WHUMP

Sam dusts off his hands. Paws? Claws? Something.

Cheater!


We proceed.



whoops, forgot to take the dragon head off


Okay, but first I'm putting my Darwellsforth costume back on.

REBUKE'D, SIR

See?

She's mine!! (Well, I guess technically she's her own, but try telling Trevor that.)

This nets us only an evil laugh.

This is all going too fast! Let's cheer Trevor on, build up some suspense.

Oh no! He's gained confidence--I give up!

what do you mean, giving up means I give up

Sam cowers in fear.

But it was a trick! He yells at an overconfident Spegula.

"You'll never win!"

No reason not to be a gentleman about it, though.


Spegula is frightened of gentlemen, you see.

A good shoving, and...

Lo!

Darwellsforth conquers!


... did... did he say something?


After this moving death scene, Trevor leaps up and bows to his audience.


He spins around...



Yaaaay!

The curtain falls, and with it, night.

You're damn straight, Lyndsay.

We've only got two new places left to visit! Should we go to The Royal Academy (bell) or The Uncharted Isle (dino skull)?