Special thanks to The Legend of Monkey Island for providing the full list of insults.
"My name is Guybrush Threepwood! Prepare to die!"
Sora blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. Then he opened his mouth, found nothing to say, and proceeded to close it again. Behind him, Captain Jack groaned, carefully maneuvered the shell-shocked Sora back around, and led him away from the scene.
"Don't look 'im in the eye, lad," the captain cautioned. "Look straight ahead an' jus' keep walkin'."
Following the captain's advice, Sora meekly kept on going. Behind them, the would-be attacker seemed confused. Pulling out a book of sorts, he flipped through it, scratched at his head, and started to follow them as he read loudly from it.
"My handkerchief will wipe up your blood," he stated confidently. Getting no answer, he looked back down and read another line, "Soon you'll be wearing my sword like a shish kebab!"
"...is he alright?" Sora finally managed to whisper carefully. Behind them, the man continued to follow and rain insults on their head from his little book.
"He's fine, lad. He's jus' really annoyin'," Captain Jack hissed back. "I heard he's lookin' for a sword master or somethin'."
"This is the END for you, you gutter-crawling cur!"
"I wish he'd bloody hurry up about it."
The two kept on walking. Behind them, the man kept on trailing after them and reading off insults with no feedback. As he went on, three deadbeat pirates with a rat watched him go, and in unison sighed with aggravation. The rat squeaked in agreement, then proceeded to set a plate of unidentified food substance aflame.
"Uh...I've heard you were a contemptible sneak!"
"Oh, good, he's finally runnin' out of lines," Captain Jack informed. "Here's the ship - get ready to make a break for it!"
And make a break for it they did. Their pursuer, realizing what was going on, quickly picked up the pace after them. In a panic, Captain Jack and Sora were soon running full-speed toward the Black Pearl with the persistent fellow hot on their heels. Eventually, they did make it, with Donald and Goofy waiting on the deck.
"There you are! A-hyuck! Who's your new friend, Sora?"
"I don't know!" Sora squeaked, looking fearfully back at the man who had paused uncertainly at the ramp. "We need to get out of here fast, before he-"
Donald squawked indignantly and leaned over to get a closer look. "You're scared of him? He doesn't look like much."
Looking up, the man stared inquisitively at Donald. Then he flipped through his book again, and pointed back up at him.
"You fight like a dairy farmer."
"...and then Donald lost his temper and jumped him."
"...indeed."
With little time to return to Traverse Town, Sora had sent a transmission back to Cid, and asked him to call Leon over before he went on the explain himself. Currently, on the big screen, the scarred leader looked like he was unsure to laugh, to sympathize, or to get himself a bit drunk, and all of it was giving him a migraine.
"What happened afterward?"
"Well..." Sora trailed off uneasily. In the back, there was a very loud and angry commotion, along with some good-natured chortles. "Apparently, there was a reason why no one fought him in the first place."
"Keep going."
"After Donald jumped down to fight him, the man kept insulting him, and won by knocking Donald off his feet outside a bait shop.
"That's when it happened - we're still negotiating, and we kinda need help."
"Sora," Leon interjected calmly. "How can I help you if I don't know the situation?"
"But I told y-"
"With Donald. That's when what happened, Sora?"
Sora swallowed nervously. In the back, there was a loud squawk and more commotion as he twiddled his thumbs.
"... That's when the flooring inspector stuffed Donald down his pants."
The look on Leon's face in the following five seconds was priceless.