Having hopefully made his point, LeChuck shook his hand casually while he waited for Guybrush to recover. He'd forgotten that that could sting a little now that he was human.

Now that he had his audience's attention, he went into full exposition mode, towering over the sad excuse for a buccaneer.

"Listen up, ye sissy scallywag! Yer no match fer me, voodoo or not! But, as much as I'd hate ta admit it, ye've got a way of escaping bizarre circumstances, not to mention that... thing ye do... ye know, with all the junk ye pick up. So I'm gonna propose this once, and ye can decide what we do. We can work together, with my strength and cunning, and yer... uh... blind luck. Or I can kill you with my bare hands, or even yer own shovel if ye prefer, and work it out on my own. What'll it be?"