'Kay. I'll try and finish it fast, then.



NOW SEE HERE, MISSY. YOU KEEP THIS UP AND I'LL WRITE/DRAW SOMETHING WE'LL ALL REGRET.

(Also, urg. If I may pipe up and agree on that for a moment, the idea of dating an Edgeworth is mildly repulsive. I'd end up strangling him with his own cravat somewhere along the line, were he a real person. [And if I were his mother, I'd probably have thrown myself off a lovely walltop out of frustration. The morbid side of me wonders if that's why she's never mentioned. ¬_¬])

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