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Guybrush Threepwood
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I cursed my luck again as I slid down the monkey's throat. Have my dreams of guzzling grog and plundering galleons been reduced to this? "Three small trials and you're a pirate like us." Fair enough. If only I could stomach the foul brew these scurvy seadogs swilled, the rest would be easy. How could I have known I'd meet a powerful and beautiful woman with a jealous suitor too stupid to realize he'd been dead for years? And how can I crawl through this great stone monkey to find a man who walks three inches above the ground and sets fire to his beard every morning?
-Excerpt from the Memoirs of Guybrush Threepwood, the Monkey Island Years.
-Excerpt from the Memoirs of Guybrush Threepwood, the Monkey Island Years.