The Carnival Encounter
Guybrush:
Yo, Murray! Murray: Hey! It's you! Are you dead yet? You look different. Guybrush: Not dead, Murray, just cursed. Murray: Cursed? That's perfect! I'm cursed, too! Let us join our cursed forces together and together we can rule the world! Bwahahahahahahaha! Guybrush: Yeah. Let me get back to you on that. Murray: Bwahahahahahahaha! With my unfettered demonic might we will RULE THE WORLD! Guybrush: You're right, Murray. If I had all that power, the temptation for evil would be too great. I'll take the anchor! Murray: Look into your heart! I'm the prize you really want! Free me, my brother, and together we can reign terror across the land! Come on, pick me! You know I'm the best toy on the shelf! Pick me Pick me Pick me! What good is a Smuggle Bunny when you can have a demonic talking skull? I'm such fun at parties! Come on, we make such a good team! Don't leave me here! Guybrush: (pick up anchor) Murray: What!!!! You picked the anchor? Guybrush: It's a really nice anchor, Murray. Sorry. Murray: I can't believe you picked that stupid anchor instead of me. What good is a dumb hunk of iron, anyway? It's not even a REAL anchor... I'm a real talking skull. After all we've been through together... Fine! Take the stupid anchor! You would have made a lousy undead monster anyway! I'm going to wait for an owner who understands my need to bring fear and pestilenece on the likes of you! Get out of here before I call up the demonic legions of Hades and set them upon you like a swarm of angry locusts! If you value your life, mere mortal, you will flee before Murray, Scourge of the Living and Uber-Skull of the Underworld! Bwahahahahahahaha! Guybrush: Murray... Murray: I'm not speaking to you. How could you pick that anchor over your best friend?