That sort of made sense. Larry did remember someone masquerading as his beautiful little Iris, which turned out to be some crazy ghost chick that was possessing poor Maya… But he’d spent most of his time after that trying to sneak a sketch of Franzy, so the whole end of the trial was lost on him and the explanation didn’t help much. In fact…

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait!” He grabbed Edgey by the shoulder in an attempt to draw his attention back. “Pleasant time!? Exactly what kinda ‘pleasant time’ did he have with my Iris!?”