"I'll see you in the halls of justice!" you shout, in a voice loud enough to make the windows rattle. The others in the room freeze and gape, unsure how to respond to your audacious challenge. You can almost see the gears turning in their minds (almost, for you are neither the Incredible X-Ray Brain Surgeon nor Felix the CATscan) as they strain to devise a response. The quiet lies unbroken for palpable seconds. Then the smallest, a little man wearing an odd jeweled crown, speaks: "Litigious Boy?" Dammit. He guessed.