Had he put much thought into his actions, Guybrush probably wouldn't have run the entire way from his room to the inspector's, racing to beat Elaine to the main hallway or not; however, he didn't put any advanced thought into what he was doing, and so he found himself short-winded and disheveled by the time he reached Javert's door. He smoothed his hair back with his hand, straightening his pants-and-underwear sash with his hook as he pulled the sword from its loop, readying it for returning.
Guybrush gave the door a strong knock, determined to awaken the inspector if he had to. He was not leaving with this sword again. "M... Mister Javert?" he asked as he leaned on the door frame, his voice giving an embarrassing squeak from exhaustion as he wheezed. Running: 1; Guybrush: 0. "It's... me. Guybrush Threep... wood. Mighty pirate. Returning... sword."
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Had he put much thought into his actions, Guybrush probably wouldn't have run the entire way from his room to the inspector's, racing to beat Elaine to the main hallway or not; however, he didn't put any advanced thought into what he was doing, and so he found himself short-winded and disheveled by the time he reached Javert's door. He smoothed his hair back with his hand, straightening his pants-and-underwear sash with his hook as he pulled the sword from its loop, readying it for returning.
Guybrush gave the door a strong knock, determined to awaken the inspector if he had to. He was not leaving with this sword again. "M... Mister Javert?" he asked as he leaned on the door frame, his voice giving an embarrassing squeak from exhaustion as he wheezed. Running: 1; Guybrush: 0. "It's... me. Guybrush Threep... wood. Mighty pirate. Returning... sword."