The perfect prosecutor had a perfectly neat desk area. His calendar sat over the cherry wood base, with all of Von Karma's court dates and schedule all planned. His computer monitor sat just to the left, his coffee cup, writing utensils, books that he wrote, and a small planner lining the edge. In the front drawer sat a Bug-Out-Bob stress toy that he kept tucked away. A most ridiculous toy, indeed. He would utter one word as he squeezed it and watched it's eyes, ears, and tongue pop out.
"Edgeworth..."