Franzy's Whip

"So, let's run through your testimony one more time, shall we, Mr Larry Butz?"

Larry was sat in the prosecutor's office, preparing his testimony after how his latest girlfriend, Julia, had supposedly been robbed. Of course, Larry believed she would always tell the truth, and so, of course, despite not really seeing much of the actual crime itself, he was going to testify to the court, and let his friend, Phoenix Wright, pick out any contradictions it held (although he wasn't intending on letting even Phoenix Wright win and prove the man not guilty).

The load crack of a whip rang in Larry's ears.

"Mr Larry Butz!" Franziska von Karma shouted at him. He had been sat there, thinking up this internal, third-person monologue for the past 5 minutes, and it was basic knowledge that you didn't leave a von Karma waiting.

"Heheh, sorry Franzy - got a little side-tracked there..." Larry smiled nervously, staring at the whip with as much caution as he could muster into one expression.

"Well then, stop being such a fool, and repeat your testimony - and do it without so much foolishness, would you? Only a fool would sit there like you, foolishly keeping a prosecutor waiting for you to repeat your foolish testimony like a fool's fool."

"You use the word fool a lot, don't you, Franzy?"

She cracked her whip again, little more than an inch away from his knee, anger spread across her face.

"And what's with the whip? It's not very motivational."

"Well, you sitting there like a fool isn't very motivational, even to the biggest of fools. I carry this whip around with me at all times to whip any foolishness out of fools like you and make them tell the truth."

She cracked the whip once more.

"Oh, I bet you're one of those girls who likes it rough, right? S&M and all that."

"Mr Larry Butz!" She cracked her whip right next to his shocked face. "How dare you suggest such a thing? Only a fool with as much foolishness a fool could possibly hold would say something so foolishly foolish and inappropriate to a woman of my standing!"

"Aww, come on, Franzy - I'm sure there's one guy you'd love to whip, nice and hard, right across their body, right? You can tell me!"

"Personally I'd like to whip you nice and hard across your body, but not in the sense you are suggesting! How completely vulgar of you!"

However, there was one guy Franziska would have liked to whip in that sense and in the normal sense of just plain hurting them - none other than Miles Edgeworth. Her father had mentored him, and, although she thought of him as her little brother and, they had a sort of sibling-like rivalry, she also couldn't shake certain - feelings.

Of course, she would never admit these feeling to anyone, let alone Larry Butz, so she simply shook her head, cracked her whip once more, and asked Larry much more sternly.

"Now, get back on track, Mr Larry Butz. Your testimony, please."

"Aww, but Franzy! I know there's someone - I could see it in your eyes. Is it - could it possibly be me?" Larry's eyes went dewey, and he smiled at her in the way a young boy would stare at his new christmas present, it being none other than the latest toy.

"Only a fool would love such a foolish man as you, Mr Larry Butz." Franziska scowled at him in disgust.

"Aww, that wasn't very nice Franzy!"

Larry looked at her, eyes dewey with tears, completely insulted by what Franziska has just said about him.

"Don't give me such trivial looks. You and I both know the only times I talk to you are strictly professional."

"I-I got it! So who was it, then? The lucky guy?"

"W-well, it was Mr Mi- No one!" Franziska blushed a deep scarlet, "Anyway - Testimony! Or I'm dropping you as a witness, no matter how important you are to this case!" She cracked her whip a final time, louder than ever.

Even Larry could take the hint. He went back through his mind, and then recited his testimony again.