“I’m not going to make a fool of myself,” Edgeworth stated in a flat and irritated tone. “I’m going to prove what I set out to do in the first place, so stand back, get out of my way and observe perfection in motion. However, first… I need ingredients.”
He stepped out of the room to change into some smart-casual clothing. After stepping out of the bedroom once more, he had picked up his car-keys and was heading out the front door. “I bid you farewell.”