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Lang held the tennis ball in his hands. He had developed a strange obsession with the thing in the last few days. "Lang? Why are you super into tennis balls lately?"
The Interpol agent looked over at the prosecutor. "I'm a wolf? We are canines. Canines are dogs and the like. Dogs love chasing tennis balls."
Edgeworth nodded. "I guess that makes sense." Wait. "Why tennis balls?"
He received a laugh. "No clue."
