Co-Mod: (C’mon, Co-Mod, think... What would Phoenix do?)
So...is there any possible chance of me dissuading you? Like, if I had an alternative solution to your problem, for example?
Celeste: Hmmm... That depends. Make me an offer.
Co-Mod: Um... Would you like a position here? “Mod Celeste” has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?
Celeste: Mm... No, thank you. This blog...bores me.
(Talk about adding insult to injury.)
Uh... You want some money? I’m not rich, but I’ll see what I can scrape up...
Celeste: Heh-heh-heh! Tempting, but no thanks.
It wouldn’t do me much good at the moment, after all, would it?
Co-Mod: Hmm... No, I guess not. Ummmmmmmm...
Hey, I know! What if I write a fanfiction piece about you and Phoenix going at each other at a game of--
Celeste: Ugh, don’t get me started on fanfiction. It gives me a headache, a stomachache, and goosebumps all at once.
Co-Mod: (Dang it, why did I think that one would work? C’mon, there has to be something!)
Celeste: Oh, would you look at that? The welcome party has arrived!
Cursed Maya: We have brought Master his dinner.
Cursed Pearl: They tried to escape, but luckily, we locked it up tight so they can never get out.
Mod Edgeworth: ...........
Cursed Rayfa: It didn’t take long, they got quiet after a while. Don’t know why. For some reason, this thing shakes whenever Puffy Jingles is brought up.
Cursed Rayfa: Like that. I’m surprised they haven’t said anything, since we got them. The wardrobe was surprisingly light too. Something about snow or something.
Cursed Mia: Is this to your liking, Master?
Proto Badger: Yes. Delicious food.
Mod Edgeworth: HEY! I AIN’T NO ONE’S DINNER!! GET ME OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW!
Celeste: Now, The Mod wants to talk. Honestly, you’d think we’d have forgotten about you. That’s why you’re the first course.
Celeste: I’m sure you’d make a fine addition, along with the current headmaster of this blog.
Celeste: Honestly, I’m surprised you haven’t retired yet with passing down the torch to Modthorne and now Co-Mod. It bores me.
Cursed Pearl: This one isn’t the former head. That guy already left, I think. This one looked like Mr. Edgeyworth.
Celeste: WHAT!?! You fools said it was The Mod!
Cursed Mia: No, I’m pretty sure I said we got “the mod” not “The Mod.”
Cursed Maya: What’s even the difference? Food is food.
Celeste: Alright! Which one of these mods is the one in this wardrobe? Modthorne? Mod Kristoph? ANSWER NOW!
Co-Mod: (Now would be a great time for a miracle to happen...)
Mod Justice: (growling) This... ends...
Co-Mod: (Sounds like someone forgot to do their research...)
