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ACE ATTORNEY SCRAPBOOK
Chapter 30: No Pain, No Gain
Case Tag: 1-3 (Turnabout Samurai)
Quote:
Phoenix:
"Trip and fall"...?
Oldbag:
Yes! And to think, he's supposed to be the Steel Samurai! What a laugh!
Oldbag:
So Powers sprained his ankle.
Oldbag:
I helped make it better for him, of course.
Judge:
You... helped make it better?
Oldbag:
I kissed it where it hurt.
Judge:
L-let's just skip over that part, shall we?
October 15, 2016, 10:30am
Employee Area
Will Powers sat in the Employee Area of Global Studios, his foot propped up on a pillow on a chair. He adjusted the ice pack over his swollen ankle, making sure that the cold was positioned right over where his injured limb needed it most. He'd had these types of injuries before, sort of an occupational hazard. Being an action star, Will had gotten all sorts of bumps, bruises and scratches. With a little ice, tape and bandages, his ankle would be as good as new and he could get ready for the rehearsal later that day.
Hearing the door to the Employee Area open, Will was expecting to see Penny, the studio assistant, come in with the first aid kit. Instead, it was the old security lady, Wendy Oldbag. Oh no.
Oldbag pulled up a chair from the nearest table and sat down. She brought the first aid kit with her, which she put on her lap and began to rummage through. Will gripped the edges of his chair; Oldbag was more of a Hammer fan, so he wasn't sure if she was going to fix his ankle or try to make it worse. He frowned. The kids wouldn't be too happy if the Steel Samurai was defeated by the Evil Magistrate because of some crazy old security lady.
Much to his relief, Oldbag pulled out some athletic tape and an ace bandage. She removed the ice pack and checked out his ankle briefly before beginning to wrap it.
"There! A work of art," Oldbag said.
Will gingerly flexed his foot, testing out the bandage. He smiled at Oldbag.
"Thanks, Ms. Oldbag,"
"Now, all I have to do is kiss it to make it better."
Will froze.
"Um, what?!" he asked.
Oldbag pulled a tube of lip balm from her pants pocket and applied it to her lips. Horrified that she was actually not kidding about kissing his ankle to make it feel better, Will started to panic. He felt like he was in the movie Jaws; Oldbag was the shark that was slowly approaching him, ready to attack. He swore he could even hear the horror movie theme song playing somewhere as Oldbag's lips came closer and closer and closer…
"Thanks, Miss Oldbag!" Will popped up from his chair, balancing on one foot. "My foot feels great now!"
"Sit down, Powers," Oldbag replied. "We're not done yet!"
"I'm fine! Really. Please. Don't,"
Oldbag got up from her seat and, before Will realized what she was doing, she had performed a sweeping kick on the one leg he was using to stand on, causing him to fall back down on to the chair. Will yelped as he landed back on the chair. Wetting her lips, Oldbag placed a big, wet kiss on his ankle.
There was not enough antibacterial ointment in the world to remove that.