A/N: Regarding this story, I wanted to take a crack at what Larry could have possibly written for Franzy's Whippity-Whip Trip. I mean, this is a book written by Larry Butz, the guy who earned the reputation of "If it smells, it's probably the Butz." So with that in mind, chances are that the story is just as haphazard and delusional as its writer.
With that little summary of the premise written, the title portion should be centered. I hope you enjoy the chapter!
Franzy's Whippity-Whip Trip
(Time: During the window of time between the end of Turnabout Revolution and the beginning of Turnabout Time Traveler)
In the Prosecutor's Office, Edgeworth was reading a case file at his desk when he was suddenly interrupted by Larry- who was wearing a fake moustache, pink-tinted glasses, a pink beret, and had a pipe hanging out of his mouth- barging into his office.
"Yo, Edgey, guess what!" Larry exclaimed as he rushed over to his childhood friend's desk as a look of disdain started to slowly spread across the Chief Prosecutor's face.
"You've made a retail designer with poor tastes richer?" Edgeworth sneered.
"Hey, I'll have you know that this is the outfit of a master writer!" Larry snarled with clenched fists and jagged teeth.
No, it's the attire of a creep who would be at home on To Catch a Predator."
Oh, like you're the king of fashion, Mr. Pink Suit! 'Oh, look at me, I'm Edgey, and I wear a napkin!'" Larry proclaimed in an over-the-top posh accent. "As if someone with your sense in fashion could ever hope to understand the nuanced attire of a genius writer!"
"One, my suit is maroon, not pink. Two, that 'napkin', as you so 'elegantly' put it, is a cravat. And three, since when did you become a writer? The only things I've seen you write are numerous unfulfilled I.O.U. notes."
"Well, Edgey, you'll be getting your $50 back in no time because my gravy train has just pulled into the station. Behold…!" Larry smirked as he took out and slammed a picture book with an image of a smiling Franziska brandishing her whip on the cover with the phrase 'Franzy's Whippity-Whip Trip' written at the top in goofy, childish bubble letters of various colors.
"Larry, what in the name of all that is good and pure am I looking at?" Edgeworth asked matter-of-factly as he tapped his bicep with his index finger, trying his best to hide just how much he wanted to bash his head through a wall.
"Only the greatest thing since sliced bread: Franzy's Whippity-Whip Trip- the ultimate book for kids and adults of all ages!" Larry proudly proclaimed with his hands on his hips.
"Good to know that parents will be able to join their children in therapy." Edgeworth wryly retorted, causing Larry's happiness to morph into rage.
"Why can't you ever be supportive of me, Edgey!? I spend eight long years making this book and all you've been doing since I got here is insult me!"
"Because you haven't done anything worth supporting."
"Not anymore, Edgey! Because as of two hours ago, Franzy's Whippity-Whip Trip has become available to the public in bookstores and tablet devices across the nation! I'm superstar author Laurice Deauxnim now!"
"In that case, I'll be more than happy to sing your praises…" Edgeworth sneered.
"I knew you'd come around eventually, Edgey." Larry stated with a smug grin.
"Yes, I'll talk about your brave, blissful nature in your eulogy after Franziska brutally murders you."
"Oh, please! Franzy wouldn't dare hurt me over this- not after being moved by my deep, riveting way with words."
"Scratch that, Franziska won't murder you- she'll whip you until there's nothing left."
"Oh, ye of little faith…" Larry sighed with a disappointed look on his face as he slowly shook his head.
"If those two 'love letters' you wrote all those years back, and I use the term very loosely, are of any indication, then only faith that I require at this moment is where I believe your soul will go after being whipped to death." Edgeworth groaned, trying his hardest to block out the painful memory of Larry's love/blackmail letters and the many headaches that they caused.
"Well, after I read you my masterpiece, maybe your tone will change…" Larry mused with a hope-filled smile as he picked up his book, which the Chief Prosecutor responded to by taking out his cellphone.
"Or perhaps I could instead- Hey!" Edgeworth snapped as his annoying childhood friend quickly snatched the phone away and put it in his pocket.
"You'll get this back after I'm done." Larry said in a similar tone that a parent would use when disciplining a rowdy child. "Now sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride…"
And hopefully we'll crash into a wall right at the start, putting me out of my misery… Who am I kidding? The universe isn't that kind. The Chief Prosecutor bitterly thought as he braced himself for what was yet to come.
"Once upon a time…" Larry said in his best narrating voice, trying his very best to sound soothing but instead coming off as some kind of lecher.
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there was a kingdom known as Larry Land. Larry Land was a cool place, filled with all kinds of awesome magic things, like unicorns, and fairies, and gangs of large talking mosquitoes dressed like bikers that scared young children. But all that stuff was nothing compared to the majesty and splendor of its awesome king, King Larry, the greatest person to ever live.
Now King Larry, despite his humble nature, was the handsomest man to ever live and all the women loved him. But who could blame them, what with his chiseled features, large muscles, and cute tushie?
However, one day, tragedy struck the peaceful kingdom of Larry Land- King Larry was missing! Chaos was rampant as people frantically searched for their awesome and hot ruler. For without King Larry's awesome, mirror-like pecs reflecting and focusing life-giving sunlight on the land, all life would surely perish!
So without wasting any time, the leader of King Larry's Royal Guard, Pearl, a young but incredibly strong girl, set out to get the help of the strongest, bravest person in all the land- not a knight, mercenary, or wandering hero, but an ordinary woman named Franzy.
Franzy lived the simple life of a farmer. Sure, it was a lonely life, but it made her kind, hardworking, and a master of the whip. But while Franzy loved her simple life, she couldn't help but feel sad that she couldn't flock after the hot King Larry like all the other girls, doomed to be forever invisible to his dreamy brown eyes. However, all that would soon change as Pearl approached her.
"Are you Ms. Franzy?" Pearl frantically asked with a look of panic on her face as the lovely farm girl tended to her crops.
"Why, yes I am." Franzy chirped as she stopped what she was doing. "How can I be of service?"
"Our smart, handsome, and cool leader, King Larry, has been kidnapped!" The young girl shrieked.
"What kind of sick, twisted fool would kidnap such a kind soul whose only crime is being so awesome and "handsome?!" Franzy snarled with a clenched fist.
"The ugly, vile, evil Queen Donna, who lives in that accursed castle over there!" Pearl exclaimed with a scowl as she pointed to a large, foreboding black castle on a mountain far off in the horizon with storm clouds looming above it. "She hates King Larry for dumping her last week for being a cold, uncaring harlot, stating that if she can't have him, no one can! Which brings me to why I'm here: We need you to save King Larry from that mean lady!"
"M-Me…?" Franzy meekly asked, a mixed look of shock and confusion forming on her face as she lightly put a hand to her chest. You must be mistaken, young girl, for I am but a simple farmer. How could I possibly be more helpful than all the knights in the kingdom?"
"Our knights may be very, very strong and love King Larry a lot, but yours is purer and more special than all theirs put together. And it's only with that kind of love that anyone can pass through Queen Donna's barrier of hate. Plus, it would be so romantic if you saved King Larry and you both got married! It would be like something out of a fairy-tale!" Pearl cooed with her hands on her now tomato-red cheeks.
"You… You think that the wonderful, awesome, magnificent King Larry would be interested in a girl like me?" Franzy asked, a small smile forming on her face as her own cheeks turned red.
"Of course! If you save him, his heart will be yours!" Pearl joyfully exclaimed, practically bouncing on the tips of her toes out of excitement. "And if he refuses to love you, I'll make him!" The Royal Guard growled, her joyful expression morphing into a scowl as she rolled up her sleeve and held up a clenched fist.
"In that case, I'm off to save our smart, handsome, and funny king!" Franzy proclaimed with a look of fiery determination on her face.
Wonderful! The shortest path to Queen Donna's castle is by crossing the Muddygoop River down that way." Pearl stated with a smile as she pointed to a nearby dirt path that led through a small forest. "Good luck, Miss Franzy! May your quest be a huge success!"
"Don't worry, young Royal Guard, for I shall try my best!" The farmer replied as she made her way down the path, taking the first steps towards her destiny.
Upon arriving at the Muddygoop River, Franzy could see that it was appropriately named. The river was a shade of brown similar to chocolate and was bubbling like a cup of soda. But even if the river wasn't that gross to look at, no one in their right mind would dare get in the water on account of it being filled with deadly crocodile-shark-walruses and hostile mermaids that robbed passerbyers of their hard-earned cash.
Thankfully, there was a nearby riverboat that Franzy could use to cross the treacherous waters. But unfortunately, it was owned by Slick Nick, a man infamous for never setting his friends up with the hot girls he knows and never returning money he borrows. … Hey, don't give me that look, Edgey! I'm gonna return your money soon enough! Now, where was I…? Oh, right!
Even though Franzy knew Slick Nick was nothing but trouble, she decided to put aside her worries and seek out his help. After all, who could say no to someone who was trying to save King Larry, the nicest man to ever live?
Upon boarding the ship, Franzy saw Slick Nick wearing his big cowboy hat, which barely hid his spiky hair, tight blue jeans, and black leather cowboy boots as he twiddled a toothpick in his mouth and grinned at her.
"Hello, I need your help to cross this most treacherous river. Can you please help me?" Franzy innocently asked, flashing the seedy man her best puppy dog eyes in the hopes of swaying him.
"How much cash you got?" Slick Nick tersely replied.
"Five dollars." The farm girl said as she took out a single green bill. "Is that enough?"
"Depends. You feel like swimming?" Slick Nick sneered.
"But that's all the money I have. Can't you make an exception for one trying to save the cool and handsome King Larry?" Franzy pleaded as tears began to form in her eyes.
"King Larry, you say?" The seedy riverboat operator asked as a scowl spread across his face.
"Yes, he's been kidnapped and only I can save him. Won't you help me?"
"Me, help King Larry? Never!" Slick Nick snarled.
"How could you say something so heartless? King Larry has cured all diseases, made the weather permanently nice, and is a good listener. He's a saint!" Franzy roared, pulling at her whip as she glared daggers at the sleazy man.
"Exactly! That son of a gun makes the rest of us guys look bad! I hope he's never saved!"
"But without King Larry's super-hot pecs, the kingdom will freeze over!"
"Well, you won't have to worry about that." Slick Nick replied as a sinister toothy grin spread across his face.
"Why not?" Franzy asked with a confused look.
"Because you're staying for lunch."
"No thanks. I just ate an hour ago."
"That's ok. We can have a good date whether you're hungry or not!"
"I'm not your date, you foolish fool!" Franzy roared with a look of fiery rage in her eyes.
"Come on, girl! Hahahaha! Ya wanna go out for lunch…?" Slick Nick asked in a creepy tone, his arms extended out and his fingers doing a creepy grabbing motion as he slowly walked towards Franzy.
However, the brave farm girl wouldn't have any of that. So without wasting any time, she lashed Slick Nick in the face with her whip, sending him flying back over the riverboat's railing and into the muddy river below.
Of course, Slick Nick tried to swim back to shore, but before he could, three hot ebony-haired mermaids grabbed onto him and started taking money from his pockets.
"Get away, that's my money!" The seedy riverboat operator snapped as he struggled in vain against the mermaids, who continued looting his pockets as if he said nothing.
"I want burgers!" One of the mermaids yelled.
"I want Steel Samurai stuff!" Another mermaid chimed in.
"I want burgers AND Steel Samurai stuff!" The third mermaid chirped.
"Nooo!" Slick Nick screamed at the top of his lungs as the three ebony-haired beauties dragged him beneath the surface of the Muddygoop River, never to be seen again.
Even if Franzy had wanted to mourn Slick Nick's death, she knew she couldn't. After all, with each passing second that King Larry and his infinite stores of wisdom were absent, Larry Land was at an increased risk of civil war, in addition to the world freezing over. So without wasting another second, Franzy commandeered the riverboat and sailed it to the other side of the Muddygoop River.
Afterwards, Franzy proceeded to make her way towards Queen Donna's castle of evil- crossing vast fields, venturing through dark forests, and climbing really tall mountains, all while whipping anything or anyone that dared to get in the way of her noble quest.
Eventually, Franzy reached the mountainous path leading up to Queen Donna's castle, but right in the middle of the road was a lavish table where Lord Edgey von Snootyton was enjoying his lunch, which consisted of Brussels sprouts and smelly cheese.
Now this guy was one of the most hated people in all of Larry Land- thinking he's sooo fancy with his frilly pink suit, big fluttery bib, and bitter tea which he drank from a little cup! However, Franzy, being the kind woman she was, bore no ill will towards the snotty aristocrat. But unfortunately for her, Edgey wasn't quite nearly as nice.
"Halt! Just where do you think you're going?" Edgey bellowed in an arrogant, posh tone.
"I'm off to save King Larry, so if you could just move out of the way for a second so I can-" Franzy meekly stated, only to be cutoff by the aristocrat slamming his fist on his table made from the bones of baby kittens, otters, and unicorns.
"And interrupt MY teatime? I think not! Do you know who I am, you filthy mouth-breather? I am Lord Edgey von Snootyton, the handsomest and most magnificent man to ever live!"
"Lies! King Larry is way handsomer than you!" Franzy objected, rightfully glaring daggers at the snobby aristocrat for his blasphemous remark.
"Ha! That plebeian couldn't hold a candle to my greatness! For unlike that filthy pauper, I eat at only the fanciest of restaurants, bathe on a daily basis, and exclusively use the metric system. I'm sooo wonderful!" Edgey smirked with outstretched arms.
"Shut your foolish mouth! You have no right to insult King Larry and all his hotness!" Franzy yelled as she angrily pointed towards the rude aristocrat.
"Listen, darling, unless you get all your information from peer-reviewed sources, I have nothing to say to you. Wait. Hold on a second…" Edgey stated as he began to thoroughly scan Franzy from top to bottom with much interest, as if he was studying some exotic creature. "Yes, yes… Perhaps with a few refinements, this could work..."
"What are you rambling on about?" Franzy asked with a look of unease.
"It's your lucky day, peasant. I shall move out of your way." Edgey arrogantly stated with outstretched arms.
"You will? Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Franzy squealed with joy, the joy in her spirit shining like her beautiful smile and sparkling grey eyes.
"However, I will only do so under the condition that you become my wife."
"What?!" Franzy reeled back at the very notion of marrying someone who was so mean, unlike King Larry who'd wish girls a happy birthday in person right as soon as the day began at midnight, even if the swamp witch Katty Tom said it was creepy and called the cops on him for it. "Never!"
"Getting cold feet, are we? Well, I don't blame you. After all, I am a handsome godlike being who is too good for mere mortals. But don't worry. With a bit of work, you have the potential to be a passable wife worthy of being the mother to the greatest generation of children to ever live, only second to my magnificence, of course. So, will you agree to marry me, to make your pathetic life actually worth living?"
"I would rather die than marry a mean, arrogant fool like you!" Franzy hissed with a tone of pure venom.
"You dare to refuse me, the great and all-powerful Lord Edgey von Snootyton!? Do you not know the power and wealth I possess?! Why, I have so much money that I can buy and sell you over and over again for the rest of time!" The aristocrat roared, getting up from his seat and strutting over to Franzy. "Why, I ought to...!"
"Listen here, Lord Edgey!" Franzy growled as she lightly poked the pompous jerk in the chest. "I-"
Though before Franzy could begin chastising Edgey, he started screaming in agony, gripping his chest as he weakly took a few steps back.
"Dear me, I've been wounded! My perfect body… BRUISED! Oh, what a word, what a world…! Who could have thought that an insignificant mouth-breather such as yourself could wound me!?" The arrogant meanie wailed as he fell to the ground and began flopping about like a fish out of water.
"Umm… Are you ok?" Franzy asked with a concerned look on her face as she hesitantly walked over to Lord Edgey to help him up, only for him to start rolling down the road as he continued flopping.
"I'm going! I'm going! Ooooooooh…!" Edgey loudly moaned as he rolled into the dark woods that Franzy had just exited minutes prior.
Seeing that her way was clear, Franzy made her way up the mountain, dodging flaming boulders dipped in radioactive acid and vegemite as she continued her journey to the summit with unwavering determination, fueled by her desire to hug King Larry and run her fingers through his soft, silky hair which made babies' skin feel like sandpaper by comparison.
Eventually, Franzy arrived at Queen Donna's evil castle, where a dark force field blocked off the giant metal doors. However, with one lash of her whip, Franzy shattered the force field and entered the castle, gazing upon the horrors of its tacky beige carpet, ugly seafoam-painted walls, and a creepy cat painting with eyes that followed you wherever you went.
But Franzy was not one to let some ugly decor get in the way of her quest to save the rad and super-hot King Larry, so she rushed forth, dodging all sorts of traps- trapdoors in the floor, giant axes swinging from the ceiling, huge man-eating plants, eagles, tigers, eagles carrying tigers- as she made her way through the castle, taking down all of Queen Donna's guards with her whip in the process. And after many trials and tribulations, the brave, beautiful farm girl reached the deepest part of the castle and found herself in front of a large, black steel door.
Mustering up her courage, Franzy took a deep breath before kicking open the door and rushing inside to confront the evil queen who dared to kidnap the awesome, strong, smart, handsome, muscular, wonderful, grand, hot, magnificent, splendiferous King Larry.
Franzy then found herself in Queen Donna's throne room, where the fat queen, who was round like a boulder and had 50 chins, sat upon her ugly grey felt throne eating a turkey leg.
"Who dares to interrupt my 43rd lunch?!" Donna screeched in a voice shrill enough to shatter glass and the hopes and dreams of any man, no matter how strong or handsome they were.
"Me, Franzy, a simple farmer and loyal servant to His Super-Hot-and-Awesomeness, King Larry! Now where in this foolish castle are you keeping him?" The farm girl demanded, her hands firmly on her hips as she glared daggers at the evil queen.
"Right here." Donna sneered, snapping her pudgy fingers together- a sound which was more reminiscent to jiggling Jell-O than snapping fingers- which caused the rope that was wrapped around the limp, buff, unconscious torso of King Larry to descend from an opening in the ceiling for the really hot farm girl to see.
"King Larry!" Franzy gasped with saucer-sized eyes, reeling back at the sight of her beloved ruler in such a sad state.
"Doesn't he make just the cutest decoration? He really brightens the place up." Donna tittered. "After all, he didn't hesitate to cast me aside like a piece of trash once he was through with me."
"King Larry-" Franzy stopped midsentence upon noticing the multi-talented king's chiseled face was marred with a hideous black eye. "A black eye!? How is that possible when King Larry's skin is as smooth and hard as a rock? What dark magic did you use on him?!"
"Thank you, but this wasn't my doing." Donna smirked. "No, it was the work of my new boyfriend, Keith, who'll have the job of escorting you out. Oh, Keith…!"
The evil queen snapped her fingers once more, creating a dark purple portal which Keith emerged from.
Now Keith was your run-of-the-mill goblin- green skin, big nose, gnarly teeth, bad odor- but unlike others of his kind, he wore a hoodie with the sleeves torn off. Not to mention, Keith was ten-feet-tall and had big, bulging biceps that were wider than most trees. But that shouldn't be surprising considering you'd need that kind of strength at the very least to even so much as scratch King Larry.
"Keith, be a dear and teach this uppity peasant what we do to intruders around here." Donna sneered at her big, stupid servant.
"Yes, Queen. Keith punch good!" The goblin proudly bellowed while beating his chest like some smelly gorilla.
Keith tried to punch Franzy, but she was too fast for the beast that reeked of cheap cologne and dodged his powerful fists with several quick leaps. Franzy continued to do this until she spotted her chance to attack and unleashed a barrage of powerful lashes from her whip on his ugly face. Covering his wounded eyes, Keith wailed in pain as he stumbled back towards Queen Donna.
"No, no! Go forward, Keith, go forward, not back!" Donna shrieked, her eyes filled with terror as she wobbled back and forth in a vain attempt to get out of the way.
But unfortunately for Donna, she was too fat to move. Thus, Keith's large unconscious body fell back on her, crushing the evil, ugly queen like a bug. The impact, in addition to ridding the world of the evil Queen Donna, shook the castle, causing the rope holding King Larry to break and him to fall to the ground.
"King Larry!" Franzy shouted with much worry in her voice as she scurried over to her king, kneeling down next to his chiseled, hot, muscular body. "Please, King Larry, you must wake up! For the world would be a sad, desolate place without your dreamy brown eyes, commanding physique, and soothing, refined voice! Please speak to me so that I may learn that the world hasn't lost its greatest joy! Please…"
At that moment, a single tear fell from Franzy's eye onto King Larry's handsome face, causing him to regain consciousness.
"Hello there, beautiful maiden." King Larry weakly said as he flashed the svelte farm girl a smile brighter than a thousand suns.
"King Larry, you're ok!" Franzy squealed with delight.
"Of course I'm alright!" The King smirked. "If anything were to happen to me, I would be letting down so many people. But answer me, maiden most pure, are you the one who saved me from the clutches of Queen Donna?
"Yes, Your Magnificent Hotness, and I would do it again if it meant helping you."
"Well, in that case, it is my duty as king to give you a reward for your troubles."
"Why, Your Coolness, I could never! Seeing you safe is all the reward I need." Franzy modestly stated as she directed her gaze towards the ground.
"Nonsense, I couldn't possibly let a strong, kind, beautiful woman like you leave empty-handed. That is why I shall give you the opportunity to become my wife, ruling Larry Land by my side for the rest of our days. Will you make me the luckiest man in the world and become my queen?"
"Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!" Franzy happily proclaimed before King Larry disintegrated the ropes restraining him using his hotness, allowing him to get up and hug the overjoyed farm girl.
And the next day, King Larry and Franzy got married at Larry Land Castle, where everyone in Larry City was happy for them- except all the women as they cried over the fact that they could never again date King Larry…
"And they lived happily ever after. The end." Larry stated as he closed the book and placed it on Edgeworth's desk. "So, Edgey, what did you think? Pretty good, eh?" The wannabe Casanova asked with a smug grin.
However, Edgeworth remained silent as he angrily huffed and glared daggers at his childhood friend.
"Ok, Edgey, what's with the weird grunting? You've been doing that ever since Lord Edgey von Snootyton was introduced and it's starting to creep me out." Larry nervously stated, only for his smug grin to almost instantly return. "Are you just stunned by how awesome my story was? Because if that's the case, I totally understand."
"If by 'awesome', you mean awesomely horrible, then yes it was." Edgeworth snarled through clenched teeth as he used every ounce of his energy to keep himself from leaping over his desk and strangling his childhood friend.
"Edgey, how can you say that?! Franzy's Whippity-Whip Trip is a masterpiece!" Larry yelled with clenched fists and jagged teeth, to which the Chief Prosecutor responded by slamming his palm on his desk.
"No, it was the worst story that I've ever heard! The plot was rushed, the bulk of the dialogue served only to stroke your overinflated ego, and worst of all, you had the gall to deface my character in such a tasteless fashion in regards to Lord Edgey von Snootyton!" Edgeworth shouted as he pointed a condescending finger at the wannabe Casanova. "It's one thing to mock Wright- everyone does it. In fact, we here at the Prosecutor's Office have made a contest out of it ever since Wright got his badge back by placing a scoreboard in the cafeteria and awarding the prosecutor to insult and/or injure him the most in a given week a $15 gift card to the restaurant of their choosing. But when you insult me, you're crossing the line!"
"Hey, I didn't deface your character, I merely exaggerated a bit! Geez, talk about thin-skinned!"
"Larry, there's exaggeration, and then there's depicting me as frail, pompous, egotist who wants to have children with his sister!"
"Wait, Franzy really is your sister?" Larry asked as he cocked his head in confusion.
"Yes! Why do you think she calls me 'Little Brother'?" Edgeworth angrily retorted.
"Well, I always thought you were siblings in the sense that you're really close friends- y'know, when you're trapped in the friend zone." Larry grinned as he nervously scratched the back of his neck. "Because- no offense, dude- how could a hot babe like Franzy come from the same place as someone like you?"
"Franziska is my ADOPTIVE sister, you moronic prick!" Edgeworth roared, his face becoming visibly red after that last comment. "And we're going to have plenty of sibling bonding time when we sue you for everything you're worth- two dollars and a boatload of headaches and disappointment!"
"Hey, don't go shoving Franzy in your boat of bad tastes! She's a classy woman who I know will appreciate the nuanced plot and deep characters of Franzy's Whippity-Whip Trip. I can imagine it now…" Larry cooed as a big goofy grin spread across his face and his cheeks started to redden. "Franzy running up to me, caressing me in her tender embrace as she thanks me for my contribution to the world of writing. We'll then start dating, making all the fans jump for joy as-"
However, Larry was suddenly cut off by the sound of Franziska, who was sitting in her office one floor below Edgeworth's, yelling into her phone.
"What foolish book are you talking about, Adrian Andrews…?! Franzy's Whippity-Whip Trip…?! Please tell me that the author isn't… Of course it has to be that foolishly foolish fool! Now if you'll excuse me, I have important business to take care of…!
A few seconds later, loud stomps could be heard from outside Edgeworth's office door which progressively grew louder and louder, culminating in Franziska thrusting open the office door with a loud bang and staring inside with a look of pure rage and malice as she squeezed the life out of her poor whip.
"Miles Edgeworth, I need you to help me find- YOU!" Franziska roared, flashing a death glare at Larry as she pulled at her whip.
"Hello, Franzy." Larry amorously stated as he flashed the irate prosecutor his best bedroom eyes, as if he somehow had a chance of hooking up with her. "You're looking wonderful as usual. How would you-"
Though as expected, the wannabe Casanova was immediately cutoff by Franziska lashing him with her trusty whip.
"You foolishly foolish fool, putting me in your foolish story that was written for fools!" Franziska snarled. "I would never speak so kindly of you, and the only date that we'll be having is when I sue you for everything you own, which is probably just that foolish beret!"
"Already ahead of you, Franziska." Edgeworth nonchalantly stated as he opened one of his desk drawers and pulled out a few papers. "I'm starting to fill out the documents necessary for us to bring Larry to court."
"Good, Miles Edgeworth." Franziska replied with a sinister smirk. "If Larry Butz wishes to see how fierce I can be, I'll be more than happy to show him. Like this!"
"Ow!" Larry screamed in agony as the silver-haired prosecutor lashed him a second time with her whip.
"And this!" Franziska yelled as she lashed her despised admirer once again.
"Whip me all you want, Franzy, but you won't extinguish my burning passion! You'll merely give me the inspiration I need to create an even better sequel!" Larry proclaimed as tears streamed down his cheeks.
"Not if I have anything to say about it, you foolishly foolish excuse for a fool!" Franziska snarled before proceeding to repeatedly lash Larry with her whip until he was rendered unconscious.