Night 49: M81-M90 Hallway

[sheepwood]

[M85]All right! One pair of sweats and two pairs of underpants later, and Guybrush had an ingenious way to carry everything he needed. "Just one more thing," he said to himself as he wrapped the pants-sash over his shoulder like a beauty pageant winner. Grabbing his beloved shovel, he carefully slid the long handle through the loops provided by

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[vsyourface]

"...Mmrgh, painful, fiery death. Got it..." Scott mumbled into his pillow after Guybrush left. For another few moments, there were no other indicators that the mighty bassist might have been anywhere near awake.

"Wait, painful, fiery death?!"

Scott suddenly bolted upright in bed. Had he dreamed those words? Everything was still dark around him. Were his eyes even open yet? He blinked. Then blinked a little harder, just to make sure. No, it was just that dark.

Oh wait, crap! That means nightshift already started! Scott thought, his chest tensing up at the realization. Who knew how much time he had already wasted? He could have been out having awesomely butt-kicking adventures with Indy, Keman, Peter, Kurt, or Logan, and instead he was letting the exhaustion his brain had suffered earlier get the better of him. Heck, he could have been punching Martin Landel in the balls at this point for all he knew