Make them your minions

After a bit of thinking, you come up with an ingenious idea. You are bigger, stronger and most likely smarter than the lot of them combined, it would be absolutely no trouble to "convince" them to follow you around like a band of minions. Yeah... you like that idea, having a whole bunch of followers to collect ingredients, help you in fights and generally do whatever you can't be bothered to do yourself.

You decide decide to make your presence known and you step out of the greenery. Instantly, your hulkning, lumbering form drew worried yelps from the horde of goblins and made them all gather up close to eachother.

"Hear me, goblins. I am the Hell Chef of Hellsmouth Kitchen. Swear your allegiance to me and i shall reward you-" You begin saying, making an effort to sound a lot more grandiose and sophisticated than you likely were. but before you could do your whole speech, you are interrupted:

"Oi! outta my way ya dumb mutts!" an angry yell came from the scared cluster of goblins, as one of them pushes the other aside. It was the mask wearing goblin, who then proceeds to boldly step up to you. You look down at him, though he was taller than his brethren, he still barely reached up to your waist.

"Listen 'ere, pigface! I'm the boss of this 'ere gang, and i ain't lettin ya snag 'em up from me without a fight!" the goblin says as he waves his rusty broken sword up at you...