I'm Kristoph Gavin. I hate Phoenix Wright. When will people understand that the defense attorney can sometimes be the bad guy? I try to appear posh. Smart. Gentlemanly. I polish my nails. Like a true gentleman. Not. I poison little girls' nail polish. Hah. So they die. I poison stamps. Hah. So people die. I smash bottles on people's heads. Hah. So they die. Smash smash smash. Ha. Ha. Ha. Dead. Dead. Dead. Juicy! I sing in prison. I read in prison. I get presents in prison. I die of bordem in prison. I hate prison. I hate my brother. He's a traitor. I hate Wright. For no good reason. I hate Zak Gramayre. Because he dismissed me, the great Kristoph Gavin, over a game of poker. So I hate the world. I hate you. And that's my story. Goodbye.
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(Not so) gentlemanly...Kristoph Gavin.
FanfictionSo I've finished Apollo Justice. This is what I make of it. Welcome, reader, to the mind of Kristoph.