“Malinke” (The Underage Lawsuit)

The system of “gay” in America:

Gay, among males, is from inquiring, or trying to figure out, “what the mystery is”, why is this other guy gay. Often, it boils down to, planting the “seed of doubt” in someone; they don’t turn gay, you do.

But we have a lawyer’s theory, called “figure out the mystery”, for the Riddler, a lawyer’s pontiff representative.

The Riddler, is about honesty and study, and of course, a little fun on the side.

If you sue someone, when they’re under the age of 18, you get money from their parents if you win, sometimes they don’t even know.

If you just tell them, you win, you’re free.

But what if you want to study them, for some sick game?

Then it was a bad lawsuit, you’re on the way, to being gay. Not the homosexual kind, but the one Riddler understands. Poor.

You get to be a real life supercop, selling drugs, with your badge. They’ll even help you get into school, and you get to sell drugs, as a “police informant”, a real life rank of superpowers, dealing with “fellow government agents”, the children of military or government or police or frat or sorority figures or alum (they didn’t like their kid, but the kid “needs freedom”).

So you get, all the way through college, and now, you’re a real life PhD, and you just won the entire way. You had to make a lot of time for your undercover work, with all that sex and money and pot, and all your friends working real important jobs in the “private sector”, but wait; where did school go? Don’t worry, you got those easy grades, because the professors, like a g-man. They are paid, of course, with the assistance of the government, just like they teach you in all those classes you missed, about the superiority of world governments.

Then you get to go to your first day at work, having sold all that pot, made all those important government connections, maybe even married an important figure in your campus clubs or social movements.

And you get to see, what gay is, to the Riddler, Ben Franklin.

Poor Richard’s Almanac, predicting the future, because you already saw it happen twice, through your eyes, and through a friend’s, but at the same time.