Like Payne, Grossberg is another character I'd likely not write a fic about...and after this conversation with him I almost feel sorry about it. xD Maybe someday I'll write a short little something involving him, just to make him feel loved and included. :3
I do not own any of Grossberg's 250-something pounds. Thankfully.
Grossberg: Hello there, Mr. Author!
Me: (not even looking up from his writing) And you are…?
Grossberg: Why, it's me, Marvin Grossberg!
Me: So your name is not Phoenix Wright?
Grossberg: Why no, but I don't see –
Me: And your name is, also, not Miles Edgeworth?
Grossberg: Well of course not, but –
Me: Then why are you even talking to me?
Grossberg: W – well I thought you might like to write one of your lovely little fanfics about a wizened, thoroughbred defense attorney such as myself!
Me: (still not looking up) Uh-huh. Mr. – ah – Fatberg, was it?
Grossberg: (looking embarrassed) Er, no, it's Grossberg…
Me: Whatever. I just don't think you, um, "fit" with my type of writing, mmkay?
Grossberg: I see…
Me: Move along now, your huge body is blocking my light.
Grossberg: (shuffles purposelessly away)