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!

: In actuality, Prince Darwellsforth defeated the dragon, and proceeded to Baron Spegula's Citadel of Doooom!



We proceed.



: Our illustrious Prince Darwellsforth, now played by the one and only Sam... confronts the evil Baron Spegula!



whoops, forgot to take the dragon head off

: Now, FOR THE LOVE OF THE ART, confront me, err, I mean, the evil Baron! ... in a battle of socialization!



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.



: Now, time to change back to my normal outfit!

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)?