Murray's Revenge
Murray was a skull with an attitude. After being savagely insulted by a potential ally, Guybrush Threepwood, Murray was ready for revenge.
"Nobody insults Murray! I am a disembodied skull and I will rule the world! Mwahahaha!" His evil laugh had gotten him far in life, if not to the next level of independent heads.
He had been beheaded in the line of duty, faithfully serving Captain LeChuck in his navy of the living dead. There, he had met Guybrush Threepwood just after being beheaded. His skull was floating on a piece of wood and Guybrush was prisoner on the "mother-ship".
They had traded greetings, and while Murray was trying to relay his life story to Guybrush, he had interrupted continuously with snide insults. Then to top it all off, that detested man had stolen his arm and pushed his head off the board that was floating underneath him!
Oh the pain that the little bastard would endure for that! Nobody pushes Murray off a wooden board and gets away with it! Now if only he could come up with a plan...
After a few hours of thinking and an equal amount of time trying to cure a headache, Murray had come up with a plan. He remembered the Voodoo lady; her children had kidnapped him and mounted him on a sharp, yet strangely arousing, stick in the middle if a swamp.
Ah, the power of knowing a Voodoo sorceress! Unfortunately, the only way to get there was to roll, unless he was able to find a kindly traveler willing to take a talking skull to a voodoo sorceress, which wasn't likely (The cowboy song "Rollin', Rollin', Rollin'" comes to mind as we see Murray rolling his way to the swamp).
When Murray had, in fact, reached his final destination, He called out at her door, "Voodoo lady! Hello! It's me, Murray, the skull! I have come to ask a favor!"
A door to her wrecked-ship house opened, revealing the large priestess and her many children. She was holding a doll. In a slow drawl she asked, "What do you want? You have already gotten your freedom."
Her face was contorted into a frown, as if he was bothering her. " Umm, you know that Guybrush dude?" he asked tentatively.
" Maybe... Why?" she asked, suspicious of the talking skull at her front door.
"Well, a while ago, he insulted me real bad, and I need a favor to get back at him." Murray answered.
The Voodoo lady looked around as if thinking hard. Finally she answered, " If I grant you this favor, what will you give me in return? Money, perhaps?" she asked with a glint in her eye.
" No, no money. How about an all-expense-paid play date with your children?" He offered sadly.
"Now there is an offer I like!" she answered. The children ran out and picked up Murray excitedly. Then the Voodoo lady beckoned them inside. Once they were all in, she locked the door so no one could get out.
Then she started to laugh deeply and loudly. It was a menacing laugh and it seemed to be directed at him. Only then, did Murray realize he just screwed himself.
"See? I kept my side of the deal and you kept yours. I helped you out. You never have to see Guybrush again, so he can't insult you now! Mwahahaha!" Laughed the Voodoo lady.
"Hey, you stole my laugh!" yelled Murray.
Murray was a skull with an attitude. After being savagely insulted by a potential ally, Guybrush Threepwood, Murray was ready for revenge.
"Nobody insults Murray! I am a disembodied skull and I will rule the world! Mwahahaha!" His evil laugh had gotten him far in life, if not to the next level of independent heads.
He had been beheaded in the line of duty, faithfully serving Captain LeChuck in his navy of the living dead. There, he had met Guybrush Threepwood just after being beheaded. His skull was floating on a piece of wood and Guybrush was prisoner on the "mother-ship".
They had traded greetings, and while Murray was trying to relay his life story to Guybrush, he had interrupted continuously with snide insults. Then to top it all off, that detested man had stolen his arm and pushed his head off the board that was floating underneath him!
Oh the pain that the little bastard would endure for that! Nobody pushes Murray off a wooden board and gets away with it! Now if only he could come up with a plan...
After a few hours of thinking and an equal amount of time trying to cure a headache, Murray had come up with a plan. He remembered the Voodoo lady; her children had kidnapped him and mounted him on a sharp, yet strangely arousing, stick in the middle if a swamp.
Ah, the power of knowing a Voodoo sorceress! Unfortunately, the only way to get there was to roll, unless he was able to find a kindly traveler willing to take a talking skull to a voodoo sorceress, which wasn't likely (The cowboy song "Rollin', Rollin', Rollin'" comes to mind as we see Murray rolling his way to the swamp).
When Murray had, in fact, reached his final destination, He called out at her door, "Voodoo lady! Hello! It's me, Murray, the skull! I have come to ask a favor!"
A door to her wrecked-ship house opened, revealing the large priestess and her many children. She was holding a doll. In a slow drawl she asked, "What do you want? You have already gotten your freedom."
Her face was contorted into a frown, as if he was bothering her. " Umm, you know that Guybrush dude?" he asked tentatively.
" Maybe... Why?" she asked, suspicious of the talking skull at her front door.
"Well, a while ago, he insulted me real bad, and I need a favor to get back at him." Murray answered.
The Voodoo lady looked around as if thinking hard. Finally she answered, " If I grant you this favor, what will you give me in return? Money, perhaps?" she asked with a glint in her eye.
" No, no money. How about an all-expense-paid play date with your children?" He offered sadly.
"Now there is an offer I like!" she answered. The children ran out and picked up Murray excitedly. Then the Voodoo lady beckoned them inside. Once they were all in, she locked the door so no one could get out.
Then she started to laugh deeply and loudly. It was a menacing laugh and it seemed to be directed at him. Only then, did Murray realize he just screwed himself.
"See? I kept my side of the deal and you kept yours. I helped you out. You never have to see Guybrush again, so he can't insult you now! Mwahahaha!" Laughed the Voodoo lady.
"Hey, you stole my laugh!" yelled Murray.