I'm not allowed a chair. I have to mime the bit where I play my mum sitting in the car berating me for a night out I had.
I open with a reference to looking like a rejected indie band member. That's the closest I get to Free Bird playing. Thanks. And I guess? I mean I have my set, i remember most of it, few tweaks to a couple jokes, should be alright. I'm too focused on my other courses honestly to worry much till it comes up. One hell of a last meal.
If only I had a comeback against a heckle. Oh my dreams have been ruined, how ever shall I ever stand upon my legs again and take the piss out of life in a comedic manner?
I would've collapsed to my knees, cried out loud and started to make crying sounds after I said it. Body Language, tick.