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[biffail]

[Larry is sitting cross-legged on his bed in his cabin, looking pretty bored. He tries to put on a grin that ends up looking more sheepish and clueless than anything, and takes one more moment of valuable transmission time to glance up at the ceiling, presumably in thought. Then he sighs, and faces his device. At least he is no longer panicking the way he was during his first few days on the ship.]

Um...hi, I guess. I'm Larry Butz, and one day I woke up in a tube with weird gunk that took forever to get out of my hair. Gum is worse, though.

[A pause. He wonders what else he should say.]

Thought I'd introduce myself since we'll be on this ship for a while. In space and all that.

...

By the way, I got a couple of questions. First, are there any art materials on board? I'm kinda bored. [As if that wasn't obvious from the fact that he has decided to lie back down, his eyes half-closing in a dazed expression.] And second, are the numbers on our arms supposed to mean something, or did we all get random ones while we were asleep?

[Because his reminds him of something. Something more than just an age, or a birthday, or any sort of date.]

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[voice]

[biffail]

Oh yeah? Then what is? I'm not gonna ignore you just because you haven't gotten to the point where you see me again back home!

I'm not like that!

[voice]

[jurisimpudent]

And why not?

[voice]

[biffail]

Because...because I don't see why I should.

I'm your friend. I would never, ever do that, the way everyone left Nick behind that day to point fingers at him.

[His voice is pleading again, almost passionate, as if he was giving a very important speech.]

[voice]

[jurisimpudent]

...What sort of a sentimental fool would be swayed by a speech like that?

[voice]

[biffail]

Nick.

And me.

[voice]

[jurisimpudent]

Well - you did well to leave me from that list.

[voice]

[biffail]

You didn't need to be swayed, 'cause you already knew what you were talking about.

[voice]

[jurisimpudent]

It's...an outdated mode of thinking. A child's way of thinking.

[voice]

[biffail]

That way of thinking helped Nick save me!

[He couldn't help it; Larry, after all, had been Phoenix's first client.]

[voice]

[jurisimpudent]

...

[Larry had gotten in trouble, then. No great surprise.]

And what did you do, that you needed saving from?

[voice]

[biffail]

It's...w-well, it happens in the future.

[But surely he could talk about this, right? It was his future. Edgeworth had yet to return to the picture.]

I got accused of murder. I was the first person Nick defended in court.