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Nightmare Edgeworth was hiding in the depths of the closet, breathing heavily. His beta design was left there to rot silently in the dark. But no more. He felt a growing sense of unease in his personal hell.
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After all, lurking outside was Catcow. She can and likely will draw his ass if she finds him. He tried stilling his breath. Sounds of movement was approaching
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"Pleased to meet you," Catcow said. Nightmare Edgeworth turned to the side slightly, dumpy on full display. "Nice."
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"Can I pass through this pass?" catcow asked. "No," the horrific creature with the perfect ass said "not until you finished these trials I am about to give you." "What trials are there?" she asked. "One, you must complete all of the ass drawings" he said "Oh fuck i can't co
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mplete all of this ass" catcow shook her head and sobbed, "what are the other trials?"
"It's a secret" the perfect ass of the demonic creature giggled
"fuck me" catcow said
"no"
catcow got to work on the first of the trial, knowing this was necessary to her quest.
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She gathered all the evidence, and talked to all the bizarre and wacky witnesses who were just 7 different Dr. Hotti clones.
By the time the actual court session rolled around, Catcow was dreading what would happen. Luckily, however, she did not have to cross-examine any of the 7 Dr Hottis as they disintegrated immediately on entering civil property.
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Catcow still had to attend court. Even without witnesses there was still evidence to present. And then she saw him.
Nightmare Edgeworth.
He was starring at her, like he was seeing every weakness, every thing that stressed her. It will be a tough battle.
Judge opened the session.
"OBJECTIO
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N!" Catcow screamed immediately. "Theres no way this thing could have possibly passed the bar!" The judge shook his head and pulled out Nightmare Edgeworth's cool sick nasty bar passing certificate...thing. Nightmare Edgeworth looked smug across the courtroom, pissing off Catcow to no end. There was nothing she could do about Nightmare Edgeworth so the trial would just have to go on.
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She would have to admit that she lost the trial, but then her client would be declared guilty, and she couldn't let that happen. So she did what every defense attorney did best: She started to bluff.
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Catcow bluffed so fucking hard, but with the most dead-serious poker face anyone had ever seen. She proposed every crazy theory of the murder possible, while Nightmare Edgeworth stared back with a glazed-over look. Everyone was shocked and couldn't do much more than listen to her nonstop monologue.
Finally, she ended: "And so, Your Honor, my client is definitely Not Guilty."
The Judge was so moved by this performance that he shit himself and teared up (he was slightly incontinent, being so old). He stood up and pounded his gavel, though there was no talk. "NOT GUILTY!" he exclaimed, and confetti rained down from the ceiling. All was well.