"Well..." Guybrush was getting a similar vibe from Maya that he'd gotten from Javert the night before: that 'why in the world would you do this' feeling that usually came from someone who either wasn't willing to take the risks often necessary to further the plot, or had enough common sense to avoid obvious traps. He was guessing that, like the experienced inspector, she was the latter.

He rubbed the back of his head. "They said they'd give out pins for it, and I figured more pins meant a better rank, and a better rank meant better food. Desperate times call for desperate measures, Maya. In good news, I learned my lesson and got a thorough 'I told you so' from the inspector who was with me- you know, after the part where I attacked him. In bad news, I'm still getting fed the pink stuff they call gruel, so it didn't work out all that well for me."

Oh, that was right. With his hook, Guybrush removed his hat to show Maya the pin attached to it. "There's the reward for my trouble. It doesn't represent all the trauma of having my bones rearrange themselves very well, but at least it looks nice."