"My, my... FaNCy mEEtIng YoU HeRe."
"You mUsT REALly nEED mE."
"HA! That's jusT FiNe..."
"TheRE aLwAys cOmes a time to PERSECUTE."
"WELCOME TO MY COURTROOM, FRIEND."

The Judge awaits those who wish to have their hearts weighed, and their merits counted. He awaits those who must make a choice on who they are. And he awaits those who have wronged, and seek penance for their mistakes.

Second sketch of the Judge, giving a bit more detail as to his body. Five, irregular fingers on either hand, just as inconsistent as his five eyes. He's sort of twirling a gavel in his left one here. There's five sort of projections around him that float, also fluctuating in form (four depicted, the last hidden by the stand).