Haaaaaaaa.... Hooooooh... Hooooooowwwf...
Waluigi Time, my gilded corporate climber, oh, you're just the old pal I wanted to see. You lock your office doors, right? Wait, wait, never mind all that. Waluigi Time, my mayonnaise-clogged dishwasher, all of our troubles are over. What's that look? You don't believe me? You say you aren't in any trouble? I don't believe it. I don't believe it one bit! You're in bigger trouble than you think. Spooky season's approaching, and all you've got lined up are... what? A wannabe Romeo who threw a worlds-ending tantrum? A haunted phonograph? Waluigi Time, pal, that's cliche as they come. Now this, this is why we're a
team. I scratch your back, you scratch mine.
And I got a bad itch this month, so how's about we scratch hard, capiche?
Feast your eyes on
YOUR NEW SPOOKTASTIC STAR!
That's right, my Oops-All-Purple Lucky Charm, I've brought you the dread pirate-
Dreaded pirate?
King pirate?
Dread king?
Ahhh, forget it. He's a ghost. He's a pirate. He's Cortez, and, between you and me, he's sure to fill your seats,
Amee-goh. Yeah, that's right. I'm learning a little mult-ee-culturalism from him. Your pal Honio's a learned turtle now, and I've got a hot tip from a Ratooey down in Rogueport that a little learning goes a long way when you're drawing crowds from a new market. Ya catch my drift?
Course you do! That's why you're the one on the edge of the ring. Now, since we're pals and all, I don't mind cutting you in on a secret. I took some intense negotiating with some pompous pants-quaker to get Cortez out here. I did what I could, but you'll just have to eat those big bucks if you want pizzazz for the ghouls and goblins putting butts in your seats.
'Course, your old pal wouldn't leave you high and dry!
Your old pal needs you to make enough to pay his commission, get it? Spectacle, Cortez brings in spades. What'cha want? You want to see a bone dragon with a super-charging gem in his chest? You want to see a bone pirate wielding four weapons at once? You want a floating head with four possessed weapons chomping down on you? Waluigi Time, big top with the big hat, pal, if this were one of them vidyo games, this pirate would be grade-A final boss material. This might be your first multi-round match! He takes a pummeling and gets right back up! You can't really trounce a ghost, am I right, or am I right? He'll bite you, he'll pierce you, he'll stab you, and if you try and get close, he'll switch his form up so you can't hit him or he'll send one of those weapons at you!
But, hey, I'm no stranger to "accidents," so I gotta warn you, friend-to-friend, you've gotta put a waiver in the ticket sales. Fancy-pants muttered some line about "absorbing the souls of spectators." You've got damage control under control, right? Sure you do! That cereal company's got the best PR team I've ever seen - me left out of the running. If they complain, give 'em, uhhhh, a free Ember to take home as a pet or something. Hear this guy commands them and can summon them to fight for him or something.
And, old pal, before I go, don't be alarmed when you come into the office tomorrow and see me waitin' for you. See, speaking of accidents, I had a little one. There was this misunderstanding, see. Some goons from the Happy Lucky Lottery are accusing me -
me, can you believe it - of... shall we say, finnesing the clock. Don't you worry about your old pal Honio, though. I told them you were good for paying to get my collateral back. No, I'm not putting you on the hook! That cuts deep. Oh, that hurts. Look, they've got agents in my house, but I've got a plan. I'll have a fighter lined up for you next month who'll sweep
all of these troubles under the table. 'Till then, I'm sleeping under your desk. Any suspicious Bob-ombs turn up asking for you?
...don't answer. Get that rabbit of yours to turn them away. Trust your old pal on this one.