Poor Ronald Delightful -- smashed to death by a metric ton of blue (blue!) chest hair.

Miles Edgeworth, you are not strong enough to hoist Max's thigh up, let alone his rest of him. But it is so nice that you are trying to help.

Max manages to stagger to his feet, hopefully not breaking most of the swirl-haired-lad's ribcage in the process.

"What the hell," Max managed to get out.

What the hell, indeed.