Sorry, best I can do is Seven of Swords:
(WTF am I going to do with all these things?)
You are what you eat, pal!
Our gender cops will check your knobs!
There's every chance, my good friend!
Master: "I use Turn Undead."
DM: *rolls WIS saving throws for all undead within 30 feet of the master*
I've sold gender-binaries to Brockway, Ogdenville, and North Haverbrook, and by gum it put them on the map!
"Master, what do I do? What do I do?"
"Eat your rice. Wash your bowl."
--Zen parable
Meanwhile, X-Com players are like...
“Hello babies. Welcome to Earth. It's hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It's round and wet and crowded. On the outside, babies, you've got a hundred years here. There's only one rule that I know of, babies-God damn it, you've got to be kind."
― Kurt Vonnegut
A real banger!
(Star Trek: Picard episode Absolute Candor)
I've heard every excuse, from making sure people aren't doing drugs, jerking off, or having sex in there. The assumption being that if people are given total privacy they'll be up to "no good" in the bathroom stall. I don't know if any of that is true, but I once went to the men's room at a big-city library, and discovered the stall walls were only 4 feet tall. (If that was meant to prevent drug use it wasn't working, there were a couple dudes in there doing the fenty lean, but I didn't see anybody fucking, at least.)