"I prefer grog-and-banjo, though I don't think I'll be finding either of those here," Guybrush said, resisting the urge to keep moving, his feet jittering as he stood. He glanced over his shoulder at the nurse again- she waved at him, a silent encouragement to continue what he was doing, which was standing awkwardly near some stranger moving his feet because he simply couldn't sit still.

"Just pick something that doesn't look like it'll start an argument between us," he added. "I have to avoid having one of those, or I get the feeling I'll be banned from this room forever due to an altercation with an old man I had in here once. Those nurses never forget a thing."