Guybrush couldn’t help but smile, examining his hook with a pompous air.
“So I can help…”
He paused, the hook limply shifting forward. Leon’s question had abruptly shifted his attention to that particular missing limb and its opposable digits, as they were…closely intertwined.
“…Eh. Well, if you don’t make them right,” Guybrush admitted with a sheepish grin, “—But this is a big place, there should be plenty of the ingredients needed to make workable, user-safe Voodoo weaponry! Just name the cutlass/gun/cannon, and I’ll get to gatherin’!”
…Guybrush visibly flinched. “Yeech. Even I found that in bad taste. Sorry.”
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“So I can help…”
He paused, the hook limply shifting forward. Leon’s question had abruptly shifted his attention to that particular missing limb and its opposable digits, as they were…closely intertwined.
“…Eh. Well, if you don’t make them right,” Guybrush admitted with a sheepish grin, “—But this is a big place, there should be plenty of the ingredients needed to make workable, user-safe Voodoo weaponry! Just name the cutlass/gun/cannon, and I’ll get to gatherin’!”
…Guybrush visibly flinched. “Yeech. Even I found that in bad taste. Sorry.”