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It was a hot, sweltering day in the courtroom. Phoenix Wright’s longtime companion, the OBJECTION bubble, found itself more and more detached from Wright’s fabric of reality. As Wright’s finger pointed at the accused, Objection’s interest waned ever more.

After the trial, whose proceedings were tedious and rambling, Objection needed to unwind. He found himself in the seediest bar in town and proceeded to drink away his feelings. It was somewhere in between the fourth and fifth round that he realized that his brother, the REJECTION bubble, had been sitting on an adjacent stool.

“What to unwind, eh?” he said to Objection, “I’ve got something perfect for that.”

They proceeded down into the depths of Mushroom Kingdom, when they came upon a glistening choir of green pipes. They stood atop them for a time, but one was different.

It was moaning pleasurably.

“Welcome to the Warp Zone.”

Rejection disapproved.

Objection winked silently in his enamored state.

This was going to be one hell of a level.