My go-to talent is my impression of Henry Fonda in ‘On Golden Pond’.
“Gooooooood Gaawwwwwd!”
That ought buy me ten seconds.
mmm
is pooping one’s pants entertainment? 'cause if confronted by a gunman, that’s about all i would have…
I would offer to polish his weapon and I mean the one he is threatening me with so don’t go there. I was going to say I would try to get my hands on it but there is no way to extract myself from the disaster I have created. I guess I would tell him I’m busy and he should look elsewhere for his entertainment.
The Hypno-Gaze is all the entertainment one could ever want.
My prop selection is someone else who is actually capable of being entertaining.
My act is leaving while tossing back a casual “Be good; my reputation and your life are on the line!” to my proxy player.
FTW! Brilliantly devious. . . 
Does reading Vogon poetry count as violence?