A Pleasant Surprise!
Wrongo, Trite, Wrighto, Nicky -
Whatever you call him, the old boy showed up today! And like all mysteries, he was wrapped up in a baggy black affair and a very mysterious little hat. Tired of the suit? Afraid to show your face to a corridor full of men and women hissing your name in their nightmares? Next time, say hello to all of us, Wrighto. We could all use a few more visitors to brighten our days!
Since I've devoted my time today to musing about a certain spiky-headed phoenix... Ya know, I once thought he was a straight-laced sort of fellow, seeking the truth, putting forward honest (if acquired through dubious means, ah ha!) evidence, springing forward like a hero when things took a turn for the worst, throwing himself in front of a speeding train for friends in danger. My, I believe I was proud of Wrighto for what he could do. If nothing else, he was a wonder to behold as an adversary. And after defeating Freddy and then myself in court as fair as fair goes, I figured he was ready to trounce the worst of them out there. Well, save for that foolish habit of stepping in front of a speeding train just for the sake of his friends. That could get you in trouble some day, my boy!
Though if I recall a certain de Killer incident, it's already been exploited! HO ho ho!
In any case, Wrighto - and I know you're keeping an eye on ol' me! - it seems you've cracked down and given in to the joyful merits of evidence forgery. With all your talk about 'finding the truth,' 'finding the real criminal,' you're really just like Worthy and me, eh? Like Freddy? Did that one smudge on your record with good ol' Matthew across the way knock a few wires loose in that head of yours? Or perhaps locked them back into place! OH ho!
Has it ever occurred to you that perhaps you were wrong that day, one year ago? Regardless of whether or not you were aware the evidence was false, you presented it. Don't you think you shoulda been more careful? Or you shoulda taken measures to ensure that no one else could prove the evidence was forged! Wasn't it your job as an attorney to keep the opposing party in the dark about your strategies? Sloppy, Son, very sloppy!
In fact, I have a wonderful idea. You're having career troubles, eh? I think with your track record, you'd make a perfect detective, Wrighto, my boy. It comes with its own lovely perks, starting at the root of the criminal problem and finding the 'truth' before anyone else. That would be splendid! I'd be happy to recommend you to the department if you find yourself out of work.
And I am certain that will be soon enough, with how you were talking to Deggy today!
Whatever you call him, the old boy showed up today! And like all mysteries, he was wrapped up in a baggy black affair and a very mysterious little hat. Tired of the suit? Afraid to show your face to a corridor full of men and women hissing your name in their nightmares? Next time, say hello to all of us, Wrighto. We could all use a few more visitors to brighten our days!
Since I've devoted my time today to musing about a certain spiky-headed phoenix... Ya know, I once thought he was a straight-laced sort of fellow, seeking the truth, putting forward honest (if acquired through dubious means, ah ha!) evidence, springing forward like a hero when things took a turn for the worst, throwing himself in front of a speeding train for friends in danger. My, I believe I was proud of Wrighto for what he could do. If nothing else, he was a wonder to behold as an adversary. And after defeating Freddy and then myself in court as fair as fair goes, I figured he was ready to trounce the worst of them out there. Well, save for that foolish habit of stepping in front of a speeding train just for the sake of his friends. That could get you in trouble some day, my boy!
Though if I recall a certain de Killer incident, it's already been exploited! HO ho ho!
In any case, Wrighto - and I know you're keeping an eye on ol' me! - it seems you've cracked down and given in to the joyful merits of evidence forgery. With all your talk about 'finding the truth,' 'finding the real criminal,' you're really just like Worthy and me, eh? Like Freddy? Did that one smudge on your record with good ol' Matthew across the way knock a few wires loose in that head of yours? Or perhaps locked them back into place! OH ho!
Has it ever occurred to you that perhaps you were wrong that day, one year ago? Regardless of whether or not you were aware the evidence was false, you presented it. Don't you think you shoulda been more careful? Or you shoulda taken measures to ensure that no one else could prove the evidence was forged! Wasn't it your job as an attorney to keep the opposing party in the dark about your strategies? Sloppy, Son, very sloppy!
In fact, I have a wonderful idea. You're having career troubles, eh? I think with your track record, you'd make a perfect detective, Wrighto, my boy. It comes with its own lovely perks, starting at the root of the criminal problem and finding the 'truth' before anyone else. That would be splendid! I'd be happy to recommend you to the department if you find yourself out of work.
And I am certain that will be soon enough, with how you were talking to Deggy today!