The Wrath Of Miles Edgeworth
"Sir! I got your lunch!" Detective Dick Gumshoe cheered as he burst in through the office of High Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth.
"Hooray." Edgeworth said sarcastically. "What is it?"
"Spicy noodles, a chocolate bar and a beer! My type of lunch!" Gumshoe smiled.
Miles glared at the Detective. "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS? WHERE'S THE CAVIAR? WHERE'S THE CHAMPAGNE? WHERE IS MY LUNCH!?" he screamed at the top of his lungs.
"But sir, it was all I could afford, what with my salary..." Gumshoe trailed off. Tears came to his eyes. Edgeworth's hands clenched into fists. His right came up, and slammed into Gumshoe, sending him to the floor. Gumshoe sobbed great racking tears. "SIR! I DINK BY BOSE IS BOKEN!" and broken it was, as blood dripped onto the wooden floor. Edgeworth looked around, and hugged Gumshoe.
"There, there, let's find a Band-Aid, will we?"