Guybrush quickly discovered that trying to thumb through files while following Morgan was not going to work, especially while juggling a flashlight, a sword, and a radio. Luckily, said radio came to life, giving him a reason to stop and adjust his inventory. He strapped the radio to his sash, stuck the sword through one of the loopholes in the underwear, and tucked the files into the waistband of his pants. As much as he wanted to read all the useless information they held for himself, it wasn't exactly practical at that moment. Once they had escaped and had some actual light, maybe, but they could wait for the time being. It wasn't as though LeChuck and his beard were getting any more gone.
While adjusting his assortment of items, Guybrush kept an ear on the radio, occasionally pausing out of pure disbelief over what was being said. Wait, Landel helping people? And working for What's-His-Name on the other end? Surely this wasn't the same crazy doctor De Landel and his brainwashing team of terror.
"Yeah, I'm not sure I believe this myself," Guybrush said through his teeth as the broadcast ended. "It sounds like a plan nuts enough for LeChuck, right down to the part where he pretends to be a good guy just long enough to gain our trust, then he comes out and stabs us in the gut. My roommate said he had a pretty dramatic exit from the building when he was fired, but it's hard to think he might be on our side now. Kind of difficult to forget the fact that he kidnapped us in the first place." And that wasn't including the part where Landel ruined his marriage and the time-space continuum, as well.
"But no worry," he continued. "There's got to be a limit on how far they'll drag us back to the building. If nothing else, we'll get to roam around town taking anything that looks useful. And we may even find some grog! I'm pretty sure I saw a bar in town." He knew in his heart that grog probably wasn't on the list for items necessary for a successful Escape from Landel's Institute™, but he could dream.
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While adjusting his assortment of items, Guybrush kept an ear on the radio, occasionally pausing out of pure disbelief over what was being said. Wait, Landel helping people? And working for What's-His-Name on the other end? Surely this wasn't the same crazy doctor De Landel and his brainwashing team of terror.
"Yeah, I'm not sure I believe this myself," Guybrush said through his teeth as the broadcast ended. "It sounds like a plan nuts enough for LeChuck, right down to the part where he pretends to be a good guy just long enough to gain our trust, then he comes out and stabs us in the gut. My roommate said he had a pretty dramatic exit from the building when he was fired, but it's hard to think he might be on our side now. Kind of difficult to forget the fact that he kidnapped us in the first place." And that wasn't including the part where Landel ruined his marriage and the time-space continuum, as well.
"But no worry," he continued. "There's got to be a limit on how far they'll drag us back to the building. If nothing else, we'll get to roam around town taking anything that looks useful. And we may even find some grog! I'm pretty sure I saw a bar in town." He knew in his heart that grog probably wasn't on the list for items necessary for a successful Escape from Landel's Institute™, but he could dream.