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Night 56: M81-90 Hallway
Scott doubted he would need a weapon if he moved quickly enough, but if his time in the Institute had taught him anything, it was that it never hurt to be careful. That and to irrationally hate smiley faces, but being careful was a good life lesson too.
For that reason, he chose not to take the heavy broadsword with him, but instead toted his trusty aluminum bat over one shoulder. That would be enough to let Scott get away with a smooth hit and run if some monster did decide to try and make his day. A few extra items were dropped into his pockets for added safety's sake, such as his box cutter and corn-on-the-cob skewers (hey, you never knew). That would be more than enough to traverse a few hallways with, he figured.
Decently filled up from his awesome dinner with Guybrush, Scott only took one food item with him for S.T.'s party: a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, stuffed under his left arm. Not exactly a traditional party snack, but compared to the things they could be snacking on (namely the Institute's new Pepto Paste), it was pretty darn awesome in Scott's eyes.
All changed and ready to go, Scott bid his good night to Guybrush with considerably more ease than he had the previous night, even as he limped his way out the door.
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For that reason, he chose not to take the heavy broadsword with him, but instead toted his trusty aluminum bat over one shoulder. That would be enough to let Scott get away with a smooth hit and run if some monster did decide to try and make his day. A few extra items were dropped into his pockets for added safety's sake, such as his box cutter and corn-on-the-cob skewers (hey, you never knew). That would be more than enough to traverse a few hallways with, he figured.
Decently filled up from his awesome dinner with Guybrush, Scott only took one food item with him for S.T.'s party: a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, stuffed under his left arm. Not exactly a traditional party snack, but compared to the things they could be snacking on (namely the Institute's new Pepto Paste), it was pretty darn awesome in Scott's eyes.
All changed and ready to go, Scott bid his good night to Guybrush with considerably more ease than he had the previous night, even as he limped his way out the door.
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