Gregory Is Awesome, I Feel Fine!

Gregory returned to the world on December 26, Year Unspecified, as was written in the holy court records.

He entered the courtroom, riding on a horse. Backwards. While doing a handstand. Did I mention he was on fire?

He backflipped off the horse. "The defense is ready, your honor." With his amazing mental powers Gregory extinguished the flames. "And my son is not guilty."

"I see... yes..." the Judge murmured. "It's all becoming clear. Why, it's as if the very universe is unfolding before me."

Such was the power of Gregory.

Von Karma retorted, "OBJECTION! Your son is guilty!"

"OBJECTION! The prosecution sounds like a demonic gay bullfrog!"

"SUSTAINED! Von Karma, kindly shut up."

"Grrr..."

Miles spoke up for the first time since the trial began. "Dad, I killed you."

"OBJECTION! The real murderer is Von Karma. The bullet in his shoulder proves it!"

Manfred gaped. "How do you know about that?"

"Because I shot you with my mind!"

"NOOOOOO!" Faced with this inescapable logic, Manfred curled up in a corner, crying.

The Judge pounded his gavel. "The defense is so awesome, I declare his son not guilty by default!"

"I... lost? Does. Not. Compute." Manfred's head asploded.

Gregory summoned confetti. "Now that's what I'm talking about." He floated over to his son. Yes, floated. "Hold still, Miles. I shall cure you of your emoness!"

Ema cried, "But what about his fangirls!"

"Bah! He's Miles Edgeworth, he doesn't need fangirls!"

Maya grinned. "Yeah, that's what he has Phoenix for!"

And so a new age of awesomeness was ushered into the courtroom. Such is the power of Gregory.