We conquer, yes, and what a tremendous victory it is too, charging past the garden shed in the Batman outfit while the neighbours peer over the fence bemused (but not surprised)
You have to remember that knobby's contact with reality is tenuous, and most of his afternoon will be spent running up and down a small Basildon garden shouting "Death to Trolls", and most effective it is too.
Neighbors kid-"dad,that smelly tramp from next door is screaming and running around the garden again naked with his y-fronts on his head and a glowing sword in his hand"
Neighbor-" Yeah poor thing......he never was the same again after his wife ran off with some spanish barman"
Neighbors son-" Dad ill ring the men in white coats to come and get him as he's now smearing himself with faeces and threatening women over the fence"