Guybrush kept his arms crossed, still not sure he believed what LeChuck was saying. He had to admit that if there was anyone who'd be an expert in complicated workings of the pirate afterlife, it would definitely be LeChuck. He'd experienced it in every way conceivable by now (as well as in some ways that only entered the 'conceivable' list because of his exploits). Still... he sounded like he could be telling the truth this time.

"As far as I know, the doors like that open every night," he answered. "Leaving is hard, nurses become monsters or something- I wasn't really listening when most people were telling me about this place. They said some guy named Landel runs the show, but I kiiind of thought that might be another one of your lame disguises and that I could handle whatever you had planned with the only hand I have left tied behind my back."

He put his hand and hook on his waist. "Look," he said irritably, "Elaine isn't here, I've got stuff to do, and you said yourself that you're not coursing with Voodoo anymore and you don't look like you could hurt me much at this point. It's been nice talking to you, but I'm gonna get going."