"Both," Guybrush answered reflexively. "I think any day he has to deal with me automatically constitutes as a bad one." That was because most days where they met resulted in the dread pirate's defeat, but there were times where they managed to have almost an entire conversation without one of them offing the other in a dramatic and daring duel. "His convoluted schemes seem to work okay until I arrive.

"Though I have to admit that he did end up with the upper hand that time," he continued, running his hook through his hair (finally found that tangle- he stifled a yelp as he pulled it out). "Soon after the whole arm-ripping incident, he left me stranded in a place called the Carnival of the Damned, where he'd enchanted me into thinking I was a little kid. Took me over three months to get out of that place, during which time he'd gone back to his usual shenanigans of trying to get my soon-to-be fiancé to be his undead bride. That's a plan that will never go well for him."

Guybrush wasn't sure that Elaine-of-the-Past would still marry him after all that had transpired at Landel's, but he could rest easy with one certainty: she wasn't about to head off into unholy matrimony with LeChuck.