Ah, ha ha ha! Well, well, well, isn’t that delightful? You’ve got quite the admiration for Edgeworth, haven’t you? Oh, but let’s not get too carried away, my friend! After all, some of us have been steering the ship long before Edgeworth even polished his first prosecutor’s badge, ah ha ha ha!
Edgeworth’s sharp, sure, but let’s not forget—experience isn’t something you can pick up in a courtroom filing cabinet. It takes a certain… flair, a certain command—qualities that don’t just come from pointing a finger dramatically, ah ha ha!
But hey, admire away! Just remember who’s got the real grasp on things around here. Wouldn’t want those courtroom lights to blind you to the brighter stars, ah ha ha ha!
Ah, Damon Gant, your fondness for grandstanding is as predictable as ever. You claim to have “steered the ship” long before I earned my prosecutor’s badge—but experience without precision is merely noise in the courtroom.
True command, as you say, comes from more than just flair; it requires an unshakable dedication to justice and an unrelenting pursuit of the truth. Something I trust you’d understand, if you weren’t so enamored with the spotlight.
Admire all you want, but remember this: it’s not who blusters the loudest, but who delivers the final, irrefutable verdict that truly matters.
Foolish fools, drowning in foolish admiration.
So, Damon Gant, you rattle on with your usual bluster—“flair,” “command,” “steering the ship.” Hmph. Theatrics and self-indulgence may entertain the gallery, but they do not win convictions. Perfection does. And I achieved it for forty consecutive years.
Edgeworth may be sharp—he is my protégé, after all. Molded under my iron will. Every objection he raises, every point he drives home—it is my training that carved that blade. If he shines in the courtroom, it is only because I forged him in the fires of perfection.
You speak of experience, Gant? You, who buried the truth in the SL-9 Incident to preserve your own wretched ambition? You dare to lecture on “command” when you tampered with evidence and orchestrated cover-ups from behind your Chief’s desk? You may have danced your little jig through the corridors of power, but you did so with dirty hands.
And Edgeworth… Do not get too comfortable basking in your newfound “truth.” Your soul quaked in the shadow of DL-6. You fled the law, disgusted by your own doubt. I taught you never to flinch. You should remember that. Without my guidance, your precious pursuit of justice would still be crippled by fear and uncertainty.
You both spout lofty ideals and empty charisma—but the courtroom is not a stage, it is a crucible. And only one man ever stood at its center, unshaken, unbeaten, perfect.
…Why are we doing this in the comments section of a random girl’s blog again?
Look, I get it. You all love to hear yourselves talk—Edgeworth with his brooding monologues, Gant laughing like he’s auditioning for a soap opera, and von Karma screaming about perfection like it’s a religion. But maybe, just maybe, this isn’t the place to hash out your courtroom trauma?
This is literally a post about someone trying to share a picture of Edgeworth. That didn’t even load. And now here we are, three grown men arguing about who’s the most dramatic prosecutor in history.
Von Karma, I haven’t forgotten how you tased me in court. Or forged evidence. Or, y’know, shot someone and raised their kid just to turn them into a weapon in court. You don’t get to flex about “perfection” after that.
Gant, you danced through the halls of justice like you were in some kind of musical, and the whole time you were covering up a murder. So maybe take several seats before lecturing anyone about “flair.”
And Edgeworth… buddy. You know I respect you. But quoting yourself like that in public? C’mon, man. You’re better than this.
If you guys really need to settle who’s the top prosecutor, then let’s do it the proper way: in court.
Now, can we please stop hijacking some poor girl’s blog? Let her post blurry Edgeworth photos in peace.
Ace Attorney: Trial by Blog Post
[District Court – Courtroom No. 3] Case: People vs. Gant & Von Karma (and Possibly the Internet) Date: August 5, 2025
BAILIFF: All rise! Court is now in session for… uh… whatever this is.
JUDGE:
This is highly irregular.
The court has been called into session today… because of a broken image on a lifestyle blog?
PHOENIX WRIGHT:
Not just any lifestyle blog, Your Honor. A post so innocent, so unassuming, it should’ve vanished into the void.
But instead, it triggered this: a public, spiraling legal meltdown in the comment section—because a few prosecutors can’t scroll past a JPEG in peace.
I present the post in question:
hello again 2 MAR 2022 BY ISABELLE, 5 COMMENTS » ik it’s been like two minutes but here’s this picture of edgeworth the picture didn’t work.
JUDGE (squinting):
That’s… it?
PHOENIX:
That’s all it took.
Within minutes, Prosecutor Gant, Manfred von Karma, and eventually even Miles Edgeworth himself jumped into the comments, arguing about legal legacy, flair, and perfection. This should’ve been a harmless blog update. Instead—it became a battleground of ego.
JUDGE:
Very well. Mr. Wright, call your first witness.
PHOENIX:
The blogger herself: Isabelle Wang Clarkson.
[Isabelle enters, visibly exhausted, holding a tablet and iced coffee. She sits at the witness stand.]
PHOENIX:
Ms. Clarkson, can you explain to the court what happened on March 2nd, 2022?
ISABELLE WANG CLARKSON:
Yeah. So I barely post. Maybe once every year nowadays. That day, I was bored, and just wrote a random post. I tried to upload a picture of this guy—Edgeworth—because the cravat? Iconic.
But the image didn’t work.
Next time I check, which was actually 3 years later, , my blog had five comments. That’s unusual for me. Except they weren’t from readers. They were… a full-on legal war.
PHOENIX:
Who were the commenters?
ISABELLE:
Some guy named Damon Gant who kept typing “ah ha ha” like he was possessed. A very angry man named Manfred. And then the actual guy in the photo. Miles Edgeworth. Himself.
PHOENIX:
And what were they arguing about?
ISABELLE:
Who was the best prosecutor. Who trained who. Whether “experience” beats “truth.”
It was like watching a Shakespeare play written entirely in comment thread insanity.
[The defense bench slams suddenly as VON KARMA rises, cane in hand.]
MANFRED VON KARMA:
OBJECTION! This entire courtroom is a disgrace! I simply reminded them that I trained Edgeworth. Forty years of perfection! My record—untouchable!
ISABELLE:
You commented under my blog post, sir.
On a broken image.
DAMON GANT (grinning from the gallery):
Ah ha ha ha! She’s not wrong! I just wanted to compliment young Edgeworth’s inadequate wardrobe. But when I saw Manfred puffing up like a prize peacock, I thought: why not stir the pot?
EDGEWORTH (rising, calm but cold):
And I replied to set the record straight. I will not let Damon Gant twist history—or let von Karma claim victories at the expense of justice.
PHOENIX:
Your Honor, we now have three legal legends, all of whom saw a broken picture link and thought: “This is my moment.”
This is beyond ego. This is prosecutorial narcissism gone rogue.
JUDGE:
Mr. Wright, this court has never tried a case like this before.
PHOENIX:
There’s a first for everything. Including trial by blog post.
Your Honor, I ask this court to issue a ruling on the deeper matter: who among these men has actually upheld the values of justice? And who just wants to win arguments… even in the comment section of a stranger’s barely updated blog?
ISABELLE:
Yeah, and can I request a formal restraining order on my comment section? Because I’m getting weird emails about it.
VON KARMA:
This is slander! My reputation—
ISABELLE:
You replied at 9:17PM with a giant paragraph about courtroom supremacy. I have screenshots.
GANT:
Ah ha ha! Sounds like justice and fashion were both on trial!
EDGEWORTH:
I admit… I let my pride get the better of me. But I’ve changed. I no longer see courtroom dominance as the goal. Only truth.
PHOENIX:
Exactly. Only one of these men grew. The others? They just needed a Wi-Fi connection and a grudge.
JUDGE:
Very well.
This court finds:
* Mr. Edgeworth: Has shown genuine growth.
* Mr. von Karma: Needs therapy, not comment sections.
* Mr. Gant: Is legally banned from lifestyle blogs.
* Ms. Isabelle Wang Clarkson: Deserves compensation and peace.
This case is adjourned.
[GAVEL SLAMS]
[CASE CLOSED]
[Post-Credit Scene – Isabelle’s Blog, One Week after trial]
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Ah, ha ha ha! Well, well, well, isn’t that delightful? You’ve got quite the admiration for Edgeworth, haven’t you? Oh, but let’s not get too carried away, my friend! After all, some of us have been steering the ship long before Edgeworth even polished his first prosecutor’s badge, ah ha ha ha!
Edgeworth’s sharp, sure, but let’s not forget—experience isn’t something you can pick up in a courtroom filing cabinet. It takes a certain… flair, a certain command—qualities that don’t just come from pointing a finger dramatically, ah ha ha!
But hey, admire away! Just remember who’s got the real grasp on things around here. Wouldn’t want those courtroom lights to blind you to the brighter stars, ah ha ha ha!
Ah, Damon Gant, your fondness for grandstanding is as predictable as ever. You claim to have “steered the ship” long before I earned my prosecutor’s badge—but experience without precision is merely noise in the courtroom.
True command, as you say, comes from more than just flair; it requires an unshakable dedication to justice and an unrelenting pursuit of the truth. Something I trust you’d understand, if you weren’t so enamored with the spotlight.
Admire all you want, but remember this: it’s not who blusters the loudest, but who delivers the final, irrefutable verdict that truly matters.
Foolish fools, drowning in foolish admiration.
So, Damon Gant, you rattle on with your usual bluster—“flair,” “command,” “steering the ship.” Hmph. Theatrics and self-indulgence may entertain the gallery, but they do not win convictions. Perfection does. And I achieved it for forty consecutive years.
Edgeworth may be sharp—he is my protégé, after all. Molded under my iron will. Every objection he raises, every point he drives home—it is my training that carved that blade. If he shines in the courtroom, it is only because I forged him in the fires of perfection.
You speak of experience, Gant? You, who buried the truth in the SL-9 Incident to preserve your own wretched ambition? You dare to lecture on “command” when you tampered with evidence and orchestrated cover-ups from behind your Chief’s desk? You may have danced your little jig through the corridors of power, but you did so with dirty hands.
And Edgeworth… Do not get too comfortable basking in your newfound “truth.” Your soul quaked in the shadow of DL-6. You fled the law, disgusted by your own doubt. I taught you never to flinch. You should remember that. Without my guidance, your precious pursuit of justice would still be crippled by fear and uncertainty.
You both spout lofty ideals and empty charisma—but the courtroom is not a stage, it is a crucible. And only one man ever stood at its center, unshaken, unbeaten, perfect.
That man was me.
…Why are we doing this in the comments section of a random girl’s blog again?
Look, I get it. You all love to hear yourselves talk—Edgeworth with his brooding monologues, Gant laughing like he’s auditioning for a soap opera, and von Karma screaming about perfection like it’s a religion. But maybe, just maybe, this isn’t the place to hash out your courtroom trauma?
This is literally a post about someone trying to share a picture of Edgeworth. That didn’t even load. And now here we are, three grown men arguing about who’s the most dramatic prosecutor in history.
Von Karma, I haven’t forgotten how you tased me in court. Or forged evidence. Or, y’know, shot someone and raised their kid just to turn them into a weapon in court. You don’t get to flex about “perfection” after that.
Gant, you danced through the halls of justice like you were in some kind of musical, and the whole time you were covering up a murder. So maybe take several seats before lecturing anyone about “flair.”
And Edgeworth… buddy. You know I respect you. But quoting yourself like that in public? C’mon, man. You’re better than this.
If you guys really need to settle who’s the top prosecutor, then let’s do it the proper way: in court.
Now, can we please stop hijacking some poor girl’s blog? Let her post blurry Edgeworth photos in peace.
Wright out.
You want to meet at court wright… You’re on.
I don’t think there’s a question about “who’s got the real grasp on things around here”. Aren’t you in prison, Damon?
Thought so.
Don’t entertain him – Gant will do anything for a good show. Just ignore him.
Ace Attorney: Trial by Blog Post
[District Court – Courtroom No. 3] Case: People vs. Gant & Von Karma (and Possibly the Internet) Date: August 5, 2025
BAILIFF: All rise! Court is now in session for… uh… whatever this is.
JUDGE:
This is highly irregular.
The court has been called into session today… because of a broken image on a lifestyle blog?
PHOENIX WRIGHT:
Not just any lifestyle blog, Your Honor. A post so innocent, so unassuming, it should’ve vanished into the void.
But instead, it triggered this: a public, spiraling legal meltdown in the comment section—because a few prosecutors can’t scroll past a JPEG in peace.
I present the post in question:
hello again 2 MAR 2022 BY ISABELLE, 5 COMMENTS » ik it’s been like two minutes but here’s this picture of edgeworth the picture didn’t work.
JUDGE (squinting):
That’s… it?
PHOENIX:
That’s all it took.
Within minutes, Prosecutor Gant, Manfred von Karma, and eventually even Miles Edgeworth himself jumped into the comments, arguing about legal legacy, flair, and perfection. This should’ve been a harmless blog update. Instead—it became a battleground of ego.
JUDGE:
Very well. Mr. Wright, call your first witness.
PHOENIX:
The blogger herself: Isabelle Wang Clarkson.
[Isabelle enters, visibly exhausted, holding a tablet and iced coffee. She sits at the witness stand.]
PHOENIX:
Ms. Clarkson, can you explain to the court what happened on March 2nd, 2022?
ISABELLE WANG CLARKSON:
Yeah. So I barely post. Maybe once every year nowadays. That day, I was bored, and just wrote a random post. I tried to upload a picture of this guy—Edgeworth—because the cravat? Iconic.
But the image didn’t work.
Next time I check, which was actually 3 years later, , my blog had five comments. That’s unusual for me. Except they weren’t from readers. They were… a full-on legal war.
PHOENIX:
Who were the commenters?
ISABELLE:
Some guy named Damon Gant who kept typing “ah ha ha” like he was possessed. A very angry man named Manfred. And then the actual guy in the photo. Miles Edgeworth. Himself.
PHOENIX:
And what were they arguing about?
ISABELLE:
Who was the best prosecutor. Who trained who. Whether “experience” beats “truth.”
It was like watching a Shakespeare play written entirely in comment thread insanity.
[The defense bench slams suddenly as VON KARMA rises, cane in hand.]
MANFRED VON KARMA:
OBJECTION! This entire courtroom is a disgrace! I simply reminded them that I trained Edgeworth. Forty years of perfection! My record—untouchable!
ISABELLE:
You commented under my blog post, sir.
On a broken image.
DAMON GANT (grinning from the gallery):
Ah ha ha ha! She’s not wrong! I just wanted to compliment young Edgeworth’s inadequate wardrobe. But when I saw Manfred puffing up like a prize peacock, I thought: why not stir the pot?
EDGEWORTH (rising, calm but cold):
And I replied to set the record straight. I will not let Damon Gant twist history—or let von Karma claim victories at the expense of justice.
PHOENIX:
Your Honor, we now have three legal legends, all of whom saw a broken picture link and thought: “This is my moment.”
This is beyond ego. This is prosecutorial narcissism gone rogue.
JUDGE:
Mr. Wright, this court has never tried a case like this before.
PHOENIX:
There’s a first for everything. Including trial by blog post.
Your Honor, I ask this court to issue a ruling on the deeper matter: who among these men has actually upheld the values of justice? And who just wants to win arguments… even in the comment section of a stranger’s barely updated blog?
ISABELLE:
Yeah, and can I request a formal restraining order on my comment section? Because I’m getting weird emails about it.
VON KARMA:
This is slander! My reputation—
ISABELLE:
You replied at 9:17PM with a giant paragraph about courtroom supremacy. I have screenshots.
GANT:
Ah ha ha! Sounds like justice and fashion were both on trial!
EDGEWORTH:
I admit… I let my pride get the better of me. But I’ve changed. I no longer see courtroom dominance as the goal. Only truth.
PHOENIX:
Exactly. Only one of these men grew. The others? They just needed a Wi-Fi connection and a grudge.
JUDGE:
Very well.
This court finds:
* Mr. Edgeworth: Has shown genuine growth.
* Mr. von Karma: Needs therapy, not comment sections.
* Mr. Gant: Is legally banned from lifestyle blogs.
* Ms. Isabelle Wang Clarkson: Deserves compensation and peace.
This case is adjourned.
[GAVEL SLAMS]
[CASE CLOSED]
[Post-Credit Scene – Isabelle’s Blog, One Week after trial]
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