Oh yeah, Guybrush got his drift. The interruption of important errands and escape attempts seemed to be a running theme for the institute: magic doors, magic users, magic shadows that came to life and attacked their owners with insults cruel enough to make a manatee cry- for a place that tried its hardest to look so uneventful during the day time, it didn't do that image any favors at night. And that was coming from a guy who fought a pirate who was usually some form of dead on a regular basis.

"If there's any challenge I'm up for, it's hunting treasure," Guybrush said with a wry grin. "I can't think of anything I have currently that would be even remotely interesting to you, but how about I go check this janitor's closet place tonight and see what I can find? I'm not sure where it is, but I'm pretty good at finding my way if I wander long enough."