Phoenix and Larry burst through Miles's office door without bothering to knock and were giggling and punching each other like two frat boys on a mission. Miles sighed and gave them a look of contempt.
"Alright, gentlemen," Miles struggled with the last word. "What is it NOW?"
"Yo, Edgy, no need to get your panties in a twist, dude!" Larry snorted and elbowed Phoenix who failed to keep a straight face.
When he finally got his face under control, he leaned on Miles's desk with one arm and asked, "So, which one is it, Edgeworth? Boxers ... or Briefs?"
"FOOLS!" Franziska shouted from behind them. She deftly wielded her whip and snapped both men on the nose. They moaned and Miles smirked. Franny tapped the hard leather handle against her soft leather gloved hand and gave the boys a sneer.
"He wears neither! How foolish is the fool who foolishly wears underwear? One less foolish step in the Loo." She smiled a sinister grin and left the office with three gaping mouths in her wake.