Where Have You Gone, Judge Crater?

A telltale sign that somebody is being judgemental is when they spend entire days garbed in judges' robes and wielding a gavel. D. Pullman is inured by now to such spectacles from his two biggest customers. He can only sit transfixed, arms folded, staring out into space, wondering why his professional career has come to this. His only solace will be the $175 he earns for the hour, with possible additional benefits if the Lockhorns' vaudeville skit is any good.