[Edgeworth shrugs. The bird hops closer to him, flapping its iridescent feathers and chirping happily. He gives it a Look, which doesn't faze it at all.]
Your guess is as good as mine. You can take it, if you can convince it to stop following me. [His feathery companion doesn't seem to realize that it's being given away.]
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Your guess is as good as mine. You can take it, if you can convince it to stop following me. [His feathery companion doesn't seem to realize that it's being given away.]