I've never played this game. I just thought the idea was funny. And obviously I couldn't figure out how to end it. -shrugs-
Objection!
By D. Ant
Phoenix Wright started up the steps of the courthouse. Today was another big day for him. "I can smell victory," he said as he inhaled a large amount of air.
"Hey Phoenix." Miles Edgeworth had just reached the steps, walking up to join Phoenix. "Good luck in court today," he said mockingly.
"You too, Fancy Lad," Phoenix said with a smile and a wave as he walked off.
Edgeworth gritted his teeth in anger. He liked his clothes. They made him look dashing.
Everyone filed into court, the trial beginning. Phoenix was bored as he waited for the prosecution to prepare for questioning and so he grabbed some paper and began to doodle. He was just about finished with the very womanly looking Edgeworth when he happened to look down.
"Objection!" he cried, standing up in anger. "Someone has untied my shoe!" He pointed down.
Edgeworth cringed. It was going to be another one of those days.
"Sustained!" the judge called.
Edgeworth stood still, not really knowing what to do. "Um, so, did anyone see you enter your house around-"
"Objection! Someone stole my penc- Nevermind, I found it." Phoenix held his pencil up and sat back down, continuing his drawing.
"Did anyone see you?" Edgeworth continued, his tone just a bit more angered.
"Well, yes, I was with my mother," the witness claimed. "We watched the Red Wings game last night."
"Objection! The Red Wings game was on two nights ago. He's lying, your honor!"
"Phoenix, you idiot," Edgeworth hissed. "This is your client! Why are you objecting to him?"
"My client?" Phoenix looked over at the empty seat next to him, doing a double take. "Objection! Where is my client?! Someone has stolen my client, your honor!"
"Sustained! Bailiff, look for Mr. Wright's client! Scour the vicinity!"
Edgeworth groaned in frustration. "You honor," he growled. "His client is right in front of me..."
The judge looked over at the witness stand and banged his gavel. "Bailiff, we have found the client."
The bailiff nodded and returned to his position.
"I'm surrounded by morons," Edgeworth complained. "No more questions, your honor." He sat down, banging his head continuously on the desk.
Phoenix stood up, straightening his jacket. He walked over to the witness and began to pace. He spotted Edgeworth, who was still banging his head on the desk. "Objection! He's making too much noise!"
"Counselor, please." The judge glared at Edgeworth, who stopped and now sat slouched in his chair looking a bit dumber than he did before.
Phoenix shot his head towards his client. "You killed the mailman, didn't you?! You took that knife and you..." Phoenix was now acting out the murder.
"Ahem," the judge coughed. "Phoenix, this is your client. Are you sure this line of questioning is correct?"
"My client?" Phoenix looked back over to the empty chair. "Objection! Someone has stolen my- Nevermind, found him."
Edgeworth sighed and held his head in his hands.
"Please, go on, Mr. Wright." The judge nodded, assuring him everything was all right.
Phoenix nodded and started to say something when he stopped. "He's guilty? What? Who?" He looked around the courtroom, eying Edgeworth. "Objection!" Phoenix shouted, pointing at him. "His frilly neck accessory is messing with my mind!"
"It's called a cravat, moron!" Edgeworth stood and grabbed his chair, having had enough of Phoenix and now beating him to death with it.
The judge banged his gavel repeatedly. "Order! Order!! Okay, that's it! Everyone here is to hang at noon tomorrow! I've had enough!" He tossed the gavel behind him and walked away.
Edgeworth continued killing Phoenix's already dead body.
