Er, no. You see... [He speaks very casually, almost like he's trying to sell Edgeworth a car instead of offering a very shady alibi for the night of the murder.] Being a half-wolf, I also have natural obsession with the moon. The full moon, as a matter of fact. I get a little moody, a little stir-crazy, my appetite shoots through the roof, you know, typical wolf stuff, as I understand it.

So if you'll check the calendar, you'll see that the full moon was up in the sky the night my little Leahkins died. So as a result of my, er... unique condition, I can't remember anything after the sun went down on the night of the murder! Only little bits and pieces!

[... he says proudly, like that's going to help him.]