When fiction becomes reality...

I'm sitting at my kitchen table one night, playing Phoenix Wright II (as usual) ,trying desperately to defend my innocent client (as usual). I'm working on the last case - "Farewell, My Turnabout". Now, throughout this case there's a piece of evidence that's been haunting me - it's this:

A glass of tomato juice.

But let me tell you - it's the tomato juice of doom! During this trial I've been presenting this wine glass as evidence more often than I care to remember. Every time you think it's fulfilled it's purpose, this darn glass pops up again. And to top it off, it was found at the scene of the crime, in the victim's room. Creepy.

Now, I decide I'm hungry, so I pause the game and walk over to the fridge to see if there's anything to eat... and what do I find!?

Tomato juice!! GAAAH!

I think I can safely say I've played too much Phoenix Wright... my beloved fictional game is turning into reality! @_@' ...on the other hand, if that means there's a Phoenix and an Edgeworth involved, I'm all for it.