[Edgeworth had glitched right into the perfumed flood of the Pleasure District and he just climbed out of it, dripping wet and with several rose petals still sticking to his hair and clothes. The last thing he needs is all those police bots accosting a young woman.]
Hold it! [He yells, drawing his saber. What a dashing figure he cuts, so fragrant and damp and dripping a puddle onto the street.] Leave her alone!
[Some of the police bots swivel around toward his direction, and then:]
You're under arrest for wearing a cravat in a cravat-free zone! Life sentence! Life sentence!
[They suddenly move toward him, and Edgeworth prepares to fight, raising his blade in the guard position. He's...going to need some help.]
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Hold it! [He yells, drawing his saber. What a dashing figure he cuts, so fragrant and damp and dripping a puddle onto the street.] Leave her alone!
[Some of the police bots swivel around toward his direction, and then:]
You're under arrest for wearing a cravat in a cravat-free zone! Life sentence! Life sentence!
[They suddenly move toward him, and Edgeworth prepares to fight, raising his blade in the guard position. He's...going to need some help.]