You scarcely know what to think as you look at him, unsteady as a seasick whale.
If ever a soul were ripe target for buffoonery, it is this lubricated oaf with a concocted saga of canine intrigue. Your audience is enthralled with the real-life melodrama unfolding before them. Like as not, if you could beclown him with suitable skill, the tale of your antics would be long retold, winning you a degree of local renown.
However, a mace shows no prejudice against being swung by an oafish hand, and is just as inclined to splatter a clever skull as a dull one. Aggravate the knight and your first performance may be your last.
The bile coursing through your body calls on you to strike out or flee, so long as you do it soon. What will you do?