Night 54: M81-M90 Hallway
[M85]
Oh no. Oh noooo no no no no. This was not happening. Not happening! La la la, not listening! Scott was here and everything was fine and Guybrush's plans for an attempted Escape from Landel's Institute™ were not completely ruined by the fact that his roommate was now missing and either being brainwashed or tortured or some grisly combination of the two. Absolutely not!
... Okay, momentary denial over, Guybrush had to face the facts: his roommate was gone. Taken! Kidnapped! Right in front of him! And all he had to show for it was a bruised and bleeding nose from having the butt of a gun rammed into it. So much for being a hero. The scuffle following the soldier's entry into the room was brief, but the result was clear: Scott Pilgrim was gone, and someone had to rescue him. With no way of contacting any of Scott's friends (assuming Scott had friends) and being probably the only person who knew he was gone in the first place, it was up to Guybrush Threepwood, Mighty Pirate™.
As the new intercom guy prattled on about Project THX 1138 or something like that, Guybrush threw himself into his closet, grabbing his sash, flashlight, radio, and Elaine's sword and assembling them all into some semblance of a manageable inventory as quickly as humanly possible. Now what had Javert said about the sleep studies? Or was it something he read on the board? What night was it? There was no time for all this!
Flinging the door open the second the lock clicked, Guybrush tore through the hallway. There was a bassist to save!
[To here.]
Oh no. Oh noooo no no no no. This was not happening. Not happening! La la la, not listening! Scott was here and everything was fine and Guybrush's plans for an attempted Escape from Landel's Institute™ were not completely ruined by the fact that his roommate was now missing and either being brainwashed or tortured or some grisly combination of the two. Absolutely not!
... Okay, momentary denial over, Guybrush had to face the facts: his roommate was gone. Taken! Kidnapped! Right in front of him! And all he had to show for it was a bruised and bleeding nose from having the butt of a gun rammed into it. So much for being a hero. The scuffle following the soldier's entry into the room was brief, but the result was clear: Scott Pilgrim was gone, and someone had to rescue him. With no way of contacting any of Scott's friends (assuming Scott had friends) and being probably the only person who knew he was gone in the first place, it was up to Guybrush Threepwood, Mighty Pirate™.
As the new intercom guy prattled on about Project THX 1138 or something like that, Guybrush threw himself into his closet, grabbing his sash, flashlight, radio, and Elaine's sword and assembling them all into some semblance of a manageable inventory as quickly as humanly possible. Now what had Javert said about the sleep studies? Or was it something he read on the board? What night was it? There was no time for all this!
Flinging the door open the second the lock clicked, Guybrush tore through the hallway. There was a bassist to save!
[To here.]