The judge laid back in bed, content but exhausted after spending hours writing the ruling he would deliver tomorrow morning: "Dick Masterson, GUILTY of being a big meanie to Maddox and for the crime of not thanking him for snacks." But as he laid there, curiosity got the better of him, and he pulled out his cell phone, opened the Youtube app, and typed "Dick Masterson on Dr Phil" into the search bar.

He was aghast at what he saw. Mysoginy! Disrespect! Chauvinism! Fat shaming! The judge was content with his decision before watching the video because it was well researched and written without bias, but now he knew with absolute certainty that this ruling as destined for the annals of history! After all, Justice is a Lady and Maddox is Her perfect cuck. He left a short comment on the video, "ur ebil!" and went to bed feeling smug.

The Judge woke up to the scent of his wife, Cathy, cooking toast. He ate his delicious breakfast, was sure to thank her with a goodbye kiss, and checked himself in the mirror to make sure his robe was on straight as he walked out his door.

Court was in order. It was time to render his judgement. The Judge, knowing that Dick Masterson's terror would soon come to an end, was filled with a sense of pride as he looked around those hallowed halls of Justice. He felt the energy of America flowing through those halls, through every ornately carved detail in the ceiling reflecting off of waxed marble floors, through every one of the thousands of meticulously and perfectly placed bricks in the walls and columns supporting the very roof over the head of Lady Justice.

But then, a familiar voice echoed in the Judge's mind... "Every brick you see is there because a man put it there ... because a man put it there ... a man ... put it ... there ..."