[The bird, flapping its wings vigorously, sprints off. Edgeworth runs after it, trying to grab the streaming length of cloth trailing from the bird's beak.]
Stop! Hold it! [He launches himself forward, managing to grip the other end of the cravat. Edgeworth falls flat onto the ground, clutching it tightly as he and the bird engage in a particularly comical tug-of-war.]
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Stop! Hold it! [He launches himself forward, managing to grip the other end of the cravat. Edgeworth falls flat onto the ground, clutching it tightly as he and the bird engage in a particularly comical tug-of-war.]
I can't believe this! [It finally happened.]