Part 31: The Island

Previously, on the heavily exaggerated adventures of Guybrush Threepwood.




We were totally fucked.











Yes, well, that is... ah... Okay so I embelished it a little for dramatic effect. Sue me.


You want to try telling me what really happened?


Okay.







Right we'll just need a little adjustment of this here shield and it'll be ready to go.




It soared majestically, what a beautiful shot.




Okay you're loose...




Now get the fuck out of there!







Yep.


Hey Wally.


Yeah?


Where are we?


Good question.



Fire, the solution to all of life's problems.




This couldn't possible go wrong.




Nope.






Out of the frying pan.




And into the large fortress-destroying explosion.




Brace yourself, you may feel a slight pinch...






AWheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.












Oh god...




The doctor said one more blow to the head like that could...




Could...




Hey wait a minute... Where the hell are we, how did we get here and what the hell is wrong with that piano?!





I single handedly destroyed a tyrannous dictator.


Is this your "How I rid the world of LeChuck" story?


How'd you know?


I've heard it so many times, I can recognise it a mile away.









Oh no... No no no no... I think... I think we're trapped...




In the DEMO!