"Well, I've so far done a lot of walking, joined a club, found a shovel, made a sash to carry said shovel, accidentally stolen a man's sword that I will be returning, met someone claiming to be fictional archaeologist and protagonist of classic games Indiana Jones, been accused of kleptomania by every nurse I've met, and insulted no less than three people. Also, my room caught on fire, but I'm pretty sure that wasn't my fault." He could safely blame that one on De Singe/Landel/De Slandel, assuming Scott wasn't a closet pyromaniac who could create fire by rubbing his slippers together.

Guybrush crossed his arms and tapped his hook on the side of his chin, trying to remember all he'd learned during his three days at Landel's. The list was not nearly as impressive as his accomplishments. "I've really not had a chance to learn much about this place, unfortunately," he said. It'd help if he had better listening skills. He attempted to remember what Javert had told him, now a little keener on the information because it had turned out to be somewhat true. "I know there's a guy named Landel running it, he performs sicko experiments on people, turns the staff into monsters at night, probably has a lot of Voodoo backing him up- this all ties in with my 'The Marquis De Singe is Landel' theory, along with the fact that this place apparently brings people back from the dead for the amusement of the Head Doctor."

That didn't account for Elaine, but he figured she'd fill in the holes in his theory eventually, or rewrite it entirely to make it make sense- one of her many, many talents.