It’s an odd mish-mash of narrative techniques and a recurring joke that does its best to act as a fourth wall break. There is inspiration from Edgar Alan Poe and Egyptian myth and a cameo from Anderson who could easily be replaced by any Psi judge. You know when the artist draws musical notes in the air any realism goes out of the window.
The real story should begin in the last panel when a male judge is given a female body as a transplant. That would be well worth reading.