A/N: Again, another "What if" scenario from PW:T&T case 3-2. During the second investigation day, Phoenix and Maya were talking to Dessie and Maya said how they should throw a mug of milk at Godot in court (or something along the lines). I just extended that idea...ish. I hope this drabble was funny. o.O

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Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN THE GOODNESS THAT IS PHOENIX WRIGHT OR APOLLO JUSTICE. If I did, I would steal Charley away to be mine. kukuku. 8D


Milk Bomb Attack.

The second day of Ron DeLite's trial was about to begin. The defendant was nervously sitting in his seat, his hair curls twisting on its own ever so often.

Prosecutor Godot stood firmly at his station, drinking his pre-trial mug of coffee. A smirk etched its way on the masked man as he look across the courtroom to the defense.

Phoenix (Trite) Wright was giving his usual "I'm-so-totally-screwed" look, with beads of sweat pouring like its a storm. Standing next to him was Maya Fey, all pumped and ready for action.

"Today's the day when Godot will get a taste of his own medicine!" Maya chimed cheerfully, giving a smile that made Phoenix only worry even more.

The judge sounded the gavel, signalling the start of the trial.

"Is the prosecution ready?"

Godot huffed.

"Does coffee taste good with milk and cream? No. Nothing can obscure the rich, dark goodness of coffee. To suggest such a thing is blasphemy. That's why coffee in its original form, black as the depths of hell, is much more satisfying."

The court was silent.

The judge merely blinked, mouth agape, at the masked prosecutor, once again not understanding his coffee metaphors. Coughing slightly, he turned to the defense attorney.

"Is the defense ready?"

Phoenix grimly nodded, unlike Maya who shot two fists into the air and shouted a cheerful "Yes!"

x.X.x.X.x

The trial was coming to a close. Luke Atmey, it turned out, was not MasqueDeMask, but in fact, a murderer.

The judge raised his gavel.

"I hereby proclaim the victim... NOT GUILTY."

Confetti mysteriously fell out of nowhere.

A surge of relief enveloped Phoenix. Godot was looking rather distraught.

Maya nudged Phoenix's arm.

"Eh, what is it Maya?"

Maya gave the defense attorney a demonic grin.

Phoenix started to worry.

The spirit medium whipped out a mug of milk goodness.

"Time for operation Milk Bomb!"

She got into throwing position.

"W-w-wait! MAYA!"

But it was too late.

The whole court was silent as it watched the lone mug of milk being lobbed towards the prosecutor's station. It was almost as if everything was in slow-motion.

Phoenix was in the motion to bring his hand to his face.

Maya was slowly jumping up and down.

The judge was blinking at the randomness.

And Godot, oh poor Godot.

Speed resumed to its normality.

Godot was now personally acquainted with the mug of milk, dripping of the white liquid.

"HAH!" Maya shouted, pointing an Objection finger at the prosectuor.

"The Defense hereby evokes its right to do unto others as others do unto you! Milk Bomb Attack!!"

Phoenix wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole.

A gavel sounded.

"Claim sustained," said the judge, still staring at the drenched prosecutor.

The corner of Godot's lip slightly twitch upward, and he looked at Phoenix.

"Is this your idea of revenge, Trite?"

"W-what? It wasn't my idea! It was all her!" He pointed at Maya.

"Tsk tsk, Trite. You can't go around blaming beautiful girls for your problems."

"Hee hee," giggled Maya, sticking a tongue out at the spiky-haired defense attorney. "I'm a beautiful girl."

"God, if you're up there," Phoenix muttered, "Just shoot me now."

SEVEN YEARS LATER…

Apollo was sitting on the couch at the Wright's Anything Agency, watching some of Phoenix's old trial videos with Trucy and the said man. He was shocked speechless.

"... Wow, Mr. Wright..."

The feelings from seven years ago swamped the piano-playing man as he face-palmed.

"Isn't Daddy awesome? He sure knew how to end things with a bang!"

Trucy patted Phoenix's back approvingly.

"Man the courts sure were lax back then. I mean, there were those videos with that blue-haired prosecutor with the whip. How could the judge let that kind of prosecutor in the court? Then this coffee-maniac throwing coffee at you. It's like he's a sexual predator and wanted to lick it off you or something. And those trials with Mr. Edgeworth, Mr. Wright, with all its subliminal messages..." Apollo went on, giving his comments to almost every trial Phoenix underwent.

"God, if you're up there," Phoenix muttered as he pulled down his beanie to cover his eyes," ... Just shoot me now."

END(:


Jahh, the past comes to haunt him. I won't be posting a drabble for tomorrow because I'll be studying for my Spanish final that'll be tomorrow evening. :D Reviews & Critics are much loved. Flames will be sent to my Daddy-kins who will use them for his barbeques.

I decided that I'll take requests for a drabble of sorts. Give me an idea and I'll try to comply to your wishes, jahh? :)