[center][h2][u][color=0072bc][i]Phoenix Wright[/i][/color][/u][/h2][/center]

First strange-looking animal people, then fish monsters, and now walking alligators. If Phoenix hadn't barely escaped impalement earlier today, he would've guessed he fell asleep at the local zoo again.

After the, err, [i]kerfuffle[/i] at the lake, Phoenix was happy to return to Lambridge, where his savior had been quick to abandon him. He didn't mind, of course. What, was he going to march off into more danger just because he managed to throw a shoe at something? No thanks. Phoenix was more than okay with the mundane.

But the rest of the day wasn't as conflict-free as he hoped.

"Pat, I've been telling you all afternoon, that little girl wasn't trying to murder you. She was just playing with a hoop and a stick."

Phoenix was sitting inside of a bizarrely modern-day diner (or at least more modern than the medieval nature of the town), sipping on a strawberry milkshake as he talked with his new-found 'friend', a [url=https://pbs.twimg.com/tweet_video_thumb/DdHLBRsUQAAjtKr.jpg]very short alligator man[/url] who was currently trying to find said little girl in the darkness outside.

How did he end up with the skittish alligator as company? Well... he didn't really know. Phoenix left the guild building and was on his way to his makeshift office when Pat bowled him over, terrified of a simple girl batting around a hoop in the road. Ever since then, Pat followed Phoenix wherever he went, jumping at shadows and boogeymen that only existed in his head, and always relating to the attempt on his life by the stick-wielding child. Apparently, Pat figured that - in his own words - "people in suits hardly ever do a hit because then their suits would be all bloody!", so Phoenix ended up being his confidant and protector against his will.

[color=0072bc](At least this place has actual air-conditioning...)[/color]