“A duke, a king, an emperor perhaps”
He paused, “but a gentleman I am not and good,
I am never.
And to answer your question,
gravity doesn’t exist, the ground just sucks us to it. It inhales.”
He mimed being pulled to the ground by a mighty breath.
“And exhales.” he said, leaping into the air and unto the ceiling (floor?)
To my relief he came down again without
flipping the cave upright once more.