Phoenix Wright: Ace Att...at...ATCHOO!!
Hello, you've reached Wright and Company Law Offices. Due to certain circumstances we are not taking any cases right now, but your time is important to us. At the tone, if you would leave your name and number and tell us about your situation, we'd be glad to get back to you as soon as we can. Thank you!
Phoenix feels absolutely awful. He would have recorded the message himself, but with his stuffy nose and sore throat, his voice isn't exactly pleasant at the moment. Intead he wrote it down and let Maya record it. Thank goodness she didn't add her silly "We'll get you off!" tagline.
And now, here he sits in his apartment, typing up an email to... to... dammit, he doesn't know who Max's new lawyer is. Does Max even have a new lawyer yet? "Urgh..." He buries his face in his hands, trying to swallow down another wave of nausea. The flu had hit him suddenly a few days ago and was not showing any sign of letting up. He is in absolutely no condition to do something as simple as recording a phone message -- so defending poor Maximillon Galactica is totally out of the question. Bailing out on a client was something he did not like doing -- once he had come to that conclusion, he decided he would help the new attorney in any way he could. It was the least he could do.
Once his stomach settles down, he looks back at the screen, squinting. The light hurts his eyes, and reading the tiny font gives him a headache. With a sigh, he saves what he has as a text file and turns off the screen. Wrapping a blanket around himself, he trudges toward his tiny kitchen. Might as well try and eat something while my stomach's being agreeable...
I'll call Edgeworth later, he decides. He's prosecuting the case, maybe he'll know who the defense is...
Phoenix feels absolutely awful. He would have recorded the message himself, but with his stuffy nose and sore throat, his voice isn't exactly pleasant at the moment. Intead he wrote it down and let Maya record it. Thank goodness she didn't add her silly "We'll get you off!" tagline.
And now, here he sits in his apartment, typing up an email to... to... dammit, he doesn't know who Max's new lawyer is. Does Max even have a new lawyer yet? "Urgh..." He buries his face in his hands, trying to swallow down another wave of nausea. The flu had hit him suddenly a few days ago and was not showing any sign of letting up. He is in absolutely no condition to do something as simple as recording a phone message -- so defending poor Maximillon Galactica is totally out of the question. Bailing out on a client was something he did not like doing -- once he had come to that conclusion, he decided he would help the new attorney in any way he could. It was the least he could do.
Once his stomach settles down, he looks back at the screen, squinting. The light hurts his eyes, and reading the tiny font gives him a headache. With a sigh, he saves what he has as a text file and turns off the screen. Wrapping a blanket around himself, he trudges toward his tiny kitchen. Might as well try and eat something while my stomach's being agreeable...
I'll call Edgeworth later, he decides. He's prosecuting the case, maybe he'll know who the defense is...
