Now, at this point, an explanation is probably in order, since I’ve apparently just TG’d Sir Andrew. My dubious reasoning is as follows: when I decided I was gonna do pretty much all of “Twelfth Night,” I thought I’d make things a little more interesting for myself. As such, I developed it as if I was staging my own production of play and actually cast it accordingly. The resulting list of characters is therefore what I’ve started to jokingly refer to as “The Troutcave Players.” I’m the director, and everyone in the play is someone from my stable of comic characters, a few of which I’m sure you’ve already noticed.
The only problem with this fanboy casting session (I say fanboy, ’cause let’s be honest, I’m a huge fan of myself) is that I really don’t create that many dudes. As such, I stuck in whatever guys I had into the roles I could, then sort of reworked the other leftover male parts as needed. With servants, this was less of an issue. With Sir Andrew? Well, that’s a bit more difficult to sneak by you fine and educated readers, hence this long and rambling explanation.
Of course, none of this has any particular effect on the comic itself. The stupid jokes are the same as they would be with new, more generic characters. I’m just making things more entertaining for myself from a purely artistic perspective. I’m really only bothering to explain all of this because I didn’t want anyone confused about why Sir Andrew wasn’t a dude anymore. So there ya go. I now return you to your regularly scheduled performance of “Twelfth Night,” already in progress, staring Molly Fitzpatrick as Maria, among other superfluous cameos.