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Watch as The Watcher tries to make Crow the White and Dr. Dave participate in a gay love ritual!

Dr. Dave, Crow, come close. Now hold hands. Hey, lady. We kissed already. I'm done with this. HOLD HIS HAND NOW! We could be out of here with Blackbeard alive if it wasn't for you. Oh...sorry... Now, we're going to summon someone who can provide us a way out of here. Guybrush Threepwood? Yes. Really? Woohoo! I'm finally right! So what can this Threepwood do? Oh, nothing really. I just thought we'd use him as a human shield while we escaped on this handy rocket. ROCKET?! You have a rocket?! Why didn't you say so?! Yee-haw! I didn't know I had one then. I just dedused that since I have chili beans, a lighter and a crow that looks like a rocket, we could use him to fly out. You don't possibly believe that I'm going to let you...oh whatever! I knew it would come to this. Crow dies for the team. *sigh* Now, let's summon Threepwood! Oo-na-na-ni! Oo-na-na-na-ni!

OH MY GOD!!! No one expected this! It's a surprise appearance by everyone's favorite piratey hero, Guybrush Threepwood! Doesn't he look happy to be here?!

What is this place?! Who are these people?! Who am I? This is Hell. We are friends. You are Guybrush Threepwood. Yuck. What a horrible name. So...what am I here to do? Is to buckle your swash, baby? Not exactly. So I'm here to swab your deck? Is that it? What's the difference between the two? Well, one involves two fing... Nevermind. I don't want to know. Fine. Suit yourself. You're here to be a diversion for us. You're to bother those handsome gentlemen and ladies over there while we escape on this rocket. Oh! The gas propelled crow rocket, I see...this is a dire situation. See, he understands. You're just stupid, Dr. Dave. Compared to Threepwood, I am.

Earlier today we sat down with Guybrush Threepwood and asked him how he felt working on this comic for Dream Visions Inc. Here's what he had to say: Well, it was by far the cheapest production I've ever done. It wasn't even animated. It didn't even have voices. It was just my picture and words of text beside it. We were fed on a strict diet of grass and goat milk for three weeks to keep us in shape...but all we did was sit in a cage for the whole thing. You know, after all was said and done, I'm not even sure that Dream Visions Inc. is a real company at all.

Do not be too hard on yourself, Dr. Dave. I have heard of your many adventures and most of them parallel mine in a way that almost screams a copyright lawsuit. I do not doubt your cleverness. I do doubt your bravery, but that is no matter, for I am brave enough for us all. I know that my dooty is my dooty and I'm prepared to do it. So, flee you wanna bees and ride your silly little rockets out. Guybrush Threepwood will do what he was born to do, fight the evil undead pirate armies that anyone with a computer creates! Who's with me?! I am. Dr. Dave? Well, I'll be. Joining the fight, eh? Who else? .... I see. Well, looks like it's just us. So, Watcher and Crow will you be our..nevermind

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See you later, suckers! Au revoir! Well, looks like it's just us now. So what are we going to do now? What do you have in your pockets? Umm...a few pieces of eight, some rope, a lighter, a couple of wooden nickles, some chap stick, altoids and a gun. Hmm...I have a crowbar, a cross, a few silver bullets and a copy of O-Oprah's Magazine for Women. Easy. first take the wooden nickles, the rope, the altoids, and my magazine and burn them. Then, walk away. Then take the gun and put the silver bullets in it. I'll take up my cross and follow ye.

It's Guybrush once again looking his most heroic. I think eating grass and drinking goat milk really makes Guybrush's acting come to life. Don't you?

Heath is dead. A bullet through his head.

I shot Lauren. There is no rhyme. This one is sad.

I shot Christy too. Boo hoo! Boo hoo! (Dream Visions Inc does not condone killing. We highly frown upon it.) (Also, Dr. Dave killed none of these people. They are all very much alive...more or less...)

Ok. Here's the game plan. Now take the gun, shoot what I believe are demons, they may be undead souls and I'm not sure if silver bullets work on undead souls, but this is the best lead we've got right now. I'll use the cross to ward off any other people who might want to make their way into this trainwreck of a comic and further destroy whatever sense this story is making. Are you up for some killing? Umm...sorry. I already shot them. Something looks different about them though...I'm not sure what. Look at this, Threepwood.

O NWARD HO!

HO HO HOME!