*THUD*
Richard grinned wickedly as he took in the result of his handiwork. That unconscious lawyer who had so rudely smuggled his phone was now taking a nice, long nap on the sofa. He swiftly grabbed the phone out of Phoenix's hands and pocketed it, looking around to make sure that nobody was watching him.
"It's nothing personal, Mr. Attorney." He commented before chuckling to himself. Richard was about to leave the fallen lawyer behind when suddenly a thought presented itself in his mind. A truly devilish thought, one that could create even more humiliation for that lawyer. He pulled out a Sharpie-after all, what Virtuoso doesn't carry one-and got to work on his next project.
A few minutes later, the lawyer woke up in the defendant's lobby with a terrible headache. His mind was all foggy, and he had no clue where he was or what he was doing. An energetic policewoman, who went by the name of Maggey Byrde, told him that his name was Phoenix Wright and that he was defending her. A feeling of dread crept up his spine, he prayed silently that this was just a nightmare but no such luck.
As they were led into the courtroom by the bailiff, Phoenix noticed both Maggey and the guard giving him strange glances. He was certain that it was only a trick of his imagination, so he didn't pay it too much mind.
The spiky-haired lawyer somehow managed to provide a rather successful defense for Maggey, though the weird looks didn't cease. The Judge seemed to be stifling laughter as he asked Phoenix if he was ready for the trial to begin; and there was a moment where the detective, who seemed to be quite clueless, opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something but he was interrupted by the pounding of the Judge's gavel.
Unfortunately for Phoenix, the trial wasn't over just yet. The prosecution, some guy named Payne, had another witness to call to the stand. He decided to make the best use of his time and ask if Maggey knew anything important about the day of the crime. She tells him about the incident with the cell phone: she found it in the park while taking a walk; the owner called the phone, and Maggey said she would return it to them, but they never showed up.
The lawyer found this peculiar, but not nearly as peculiar as the young woman who barged into the defendant's lobby with her expression set in a fierce glare. Her purple robes and her topknot are both so strange; despite this, Maggey seems to recognize her and the two talk quite amiably.
Richard Wellington struts into the courtroom whipping his hair as he takes the stand. He turns to that third-rate lawyer, and much to his delight, the lawyer's clueless expression indicates that he has no idea what he did to him. Richard grinned like a proud lion and was about to go mad with glee before he was asked by the Judge to state his name and occupation.
He was confident that nobody would suspect him of the crime, after all he'd retrieved his phone and though he'd lost his glasses, certainly nobody would try to pin it on him. Unfortunately for Richard, he was wrong. That third-rate lawyer, that foolish man had somehow managed to pin it all on him all through the use of a phone. Richard seethed internally.
How could this possibly happen? The self-proclaimed virtuoso had even gone to the lengths of knocking him out! Was it all for naught? Richard was led out in handcuffs, spitting out all sorts of venomous language that cursed that third-rate trash!
Later that day, Phoenix Wright had managed to regain his memory for the most part. However, there was still one thing that confused him. Maya Fey, his best friend and assistant, was making weird faces at him. She was grinning at him maniacally as if she set up a prank for him and her eyes were wide with mirth shining in them. Every time Phoenix asked, she would place her hand over her mouth and say it was nothing.
Eventually, Phoenix had enough. Upon hearing Maya let out a snort of laughter, he whipped his chair around to face her.
"Maya, what the hell is going on?!" Phoenix demanded, furrowing his brows. Maya attempted to hold back her laughter.
"I-It's nothing, Nick." She lied, trying to play it coy.
"No, it's not 'nothing'! You've been grinning at me like that all day," he spat, "Now, what is going on?" Maya swallowed before replying.
"Go look in the bathroom mirror." She said, simply. Phoenix was confused but did so anyway. As he shut the bathroom door behind him, he could hear his assistant burst into a fit of maniacal giggles. He was bewildered as to what was so funny until he took one glance at himself and saw that…
Phoenix's jaw dropped at the sight. Two large cocks had been drawn on his temples and on his forehead was the phrase, "Dickface" with small arrows pointing down.
He knew they weren't there yesterday, nor when he washed up that morning. That could only mean…
"WELLLLLLLLLLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTOOOOOOOOOOON!" The scream was so loud, that it could be heard from the other side of Japanifornia.
Richard Wellington was currently being hauled off to the detention center, where he would await his trial. The cell was disgusting; the bed was made out of some hard material not the plush soft mattresses he was used to, and he scrunched his nose in disgust at the awful smell. He was about to sulk in his misery when he heard a noise, a most angelic noise.
The bellowing of his name by that wretched third-rate scum was music to the convicted man's ears. Richard threw back his head as he started cackling madly like a hyena. He may have lost the war, but he reveled in winning the battle and humiliating his enemy in the best way possible.