Guybrush crossed his arms, his posture stiffening. "No, the last thing you said to me was clearly, 'The monkey told me,' followed by the sound of your final breathy death rattles in my ear." He calmed down the second that statement was off his tongue, but instantly regretted it in some way, as well. There were few better ways to kick sand in someone's eye than to tell them their final words were garbled or inaudible or lost in translation.

"Sorry," he mumbled after a few seconds, rubbing the tension from the back of his neck. "At least LeChuck is here too- possibly because he died, if that theory is right. And that would mean De Singe and his freaky finger might have ended up here and maybe actually be this Landel guy. That doesn't really explain how Elaine got here or why she's from the past, but the point is that we're going to need to stay on our toes and work together to get out. Find out clues as to why we're here, find some Voodoo stuff to help us out, etcetera."

He waved his hook vaguely. "We don't have to work with LeChuck or trust him in any sense, but with a wife from the past who isn't yet married to me and monsters and all the other weird things going on here, I like to think there are bigger problems out there. Yes, bigger than my nemesis and his amazing facial hair."