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Monkey Island 2: LeChuck's Revenge

by Clavius

Part 27: The Drinking Contest (Part 1)









Hey check it out, someone left a giant piece of paper floating out there.




But no time for that, we have an island to find a path to.




Oooh, relaxing.








Oh no no, you leave that monkey out of this!




Will the reckless disregard for the wellbeing of defenseless creatures never cease?




You sir are a bad bad man!




That was a truly shameful display that made total sense.




Well, you broke the waterfall, I hope you're proud of yourself.




But we found the path.




Onward!




Ever notice how all these suspicious underground maintenance tunnels start to look the same?




Ah, here we go.




Ever the perfect gentleman, I shall stroll right in at my leisure.




Uh, Mr Grizzled Pirate sir, are you aware that your... well it's hanging... can you... never mind.





What do you REALLY want?


I'm looking for a map.


I knew it. Look, kid: I'm sick of you would-be treasure hunters coming over here. I just inherited this house two months ago. And every single day all i've heard is *rap tap tap* Do you have a treasure here? Why can't you people just go away and leave a retired pirate in peace.


Well sir, you leave me no choice!




So, you want to sword fight do you? Sword fighting is for wimps, weenies and sissies.


Giving up so easily?




I have a better way to solve a dispute. Real pirates solve their differences with a drinking contest.


Drinking contest?!



Drinking contest, eh?



This is my special grog. Only for contests. Twice the alcohol, twice the calories.




It's Guybrushes time to shine!



Here's your drink.




From what I'm told, nobody can drink the special contest grog without feeling faint. But I've been practicing. Are you sure you don't want to back out?



Through the mouth and over the gums.




Look out tastebuds here it comes.




Hm, it has an interesting kick to it... Sort of




OH GOD IT BURNS!




Make it stop!




I can see through time!




And so he ran.




The old man had bested him.




And so he washed away the pain of all that booze with a little booze.




Only to embark on a whole new adventure! And everyone was so thrilled to see him.




He proceeded dazzle them with his incredible dancing prowess.




Before seducing the woman of his dreams.




It was truly a magnificent evening of wonder, excitement, and... wonder!




And then he came to.




And then he realised: He may not have been quite the beacon of popularity that he had previously thought...






And that, perhaps he wasn't quite the graceful god of the dance floor...






And maybe, just maybe, there's a chance that he isn't the womanising sex machine that he quite imagined...






And you know what that means.




That's right, it's time to redeem yourself by doing the exact same thing!