The final credit reads "Written, Produced, Directed, Edited, and Scored by Uwe Boll." The parchment flies away to reveal a frame filled with smoke, slowly clearing to reveal the grinning, cigar-chomping face of the Swordtrainer.
Swordtrainer: I'm gettin' too old for this sh*t.
The prison is now in a state of complete ruin, except for the Guybrush and Otis' cells, standing solid as the day they were built.
Guybrush: It's about time you showed up.
Otis: Yeah, no kidding. Do you know how many MINUTES we've been suffering in here for?
Sword Trainer: No.
Otis: Ten. Ten grueling, soul-sucking minutes!
Sword Trainer: I see. And the tattered clothes? The rat meat? The filthy beards?
Otis: Well...
Guybrush:...it's been kind of a vicious cycle...
Otis: ...you see...
Guybrush: Otis and I got into a particularly vicious slap fight in the first thirty seconds of our incarceration...
Otis: ...which in turn made us hungry...
Guybrush: ...and I never knew this, but apparently rat meat accelerates beard growth...
Otis: ...and long, filthy beards make excellent rat traps.
Guybrush and Otis suddenly realize the Sword Trainer is nowhere to be seen. Cut to ext. WS of prison, Sword Trainer rapelling down the face of the cliff.
Sword Trainer: You ladies still talkin'?!
Guybrush: I've got a bad feeling about this.
Otis: Relax. Our filthy beards will protect us.
Guybrush: No, I mean he forgot to open our cells.
Otis: Oh, right. Ah well...[pulls a rat out of his beard]...early dinner?
Guybrush: Nah. The stomach is willing but the beard resists.
Suddenly, the charred remains of the prison are rocked by three consecutive blasts. When the smoke clears, there is NOTHING left save the two mint condition cells. A rope unfurls from above out of nowhere, to reveal the supple form of Elaine Marley, capably but sexily sliding down toward our two prisoners, a ring of keys between her teeth. Otis waves a still-gristly rat bone through the bars, whistling and beckoning to Elaine.
Otis: Come on, girl! That's it!
Guybrush flies into a blind rage and another brutally vicious slap fight ensues between the shared bars of their two cells. Cut to title card: "Several hours later..." Cut to: establishing ext. of Elaine Marley's Governor's mansion. Slow Psycho-style zoom through second floor window to reveal...a 5 minute sex scene that goes way over the top for no apparent reason.
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