The First Encounter
Murray:
Well, they've messed with the wrong skull this time! Ha Ha! If I could just get my hands on that gunner! If I could just get my hands, period! Ah, well. I guess I'll just have to look on the bright side of this. At least I've lost some weight. Boy! There's not much to do out here when you're just a bodiless head. I could pass the time by whistling if I had lips. This is SO unfair! Now everybody's going to storm that fort and I'm going to be stuck here. Guybrush: Can I call you BOB? Murray: You may call me Murray! I'm a powerful demonic force! I'm the harbinger of your doom! And the forces of darkness will applaud me as I STRIDE through the gates of hell carrying your head on a pike! Guybrush: 'Stride?' Murray: Alright then, 'ROLL! ROLL through the gates of hell.' Must you take the fun out of everything? Guybrush: You know, you'd look great with a melting candle on your forehead. Murray: I get the feeling you're not taking me very seriously. Guybrush: No, I am. Really. Murray: Really? Then let me hear you scream in terror! Guybrush: Eeek. Murray: Bwahahahahahahaha! Guybrush: Why do you villains always laughing so much? Murray: I wasn't laughing about anything in particular. Somewhere, there's a fish nibling on my foot and it really tickles. Guybrush: You're about as fearsome as a doorstop. Murray: Is it a really EVIL looking doorstop? Guybrush: Uh, nevermind! Was your mother's father bald, too? Murray: I'm not bald! I just have a really high widows peak. Guybrush: Well, at least now you never have to worry about what to wear. Murray: Well, I suppose that's true. Guybrush: And accessorizing is really easy. Murray: That's also true. And I look good in hats. Guybrush: There you go. How can you see without eyeballs? Murray: How can you walk around without a brain? Some things no one can answer. Guybrush: I'm going now. Murray: Good. Now leave me alone! I have a lot of scheming and evil plotting to do. Bwahahahahahahaha! Guybrush: (use gaff with debris) Murray: Hey! That's my arm! Give that back! Guybrush: If I gave you your arm back, what would you do with it? Murray: I'd terrorize the South Seas! I'd torture the living! I'd demolish the ...er... What I meant to say was I'd use it to pet kittens. Guybrush: (Laugh) Nope. You blew it. Murray: Drat.