Riddle 024: The Glove is Thrown

[puzzlerprince]

[One cozy little morning at 726 Anderson Lane, housemates will find the Riddler at the breakfast table, placing letters into envelopes and sealing them as he tends to this morning's daily crossword.]

[If you're a member of the Legion of Doom, chances are you'll find a letter in your mailbox addressed to you. Written under your address, scrawled out

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[gotmorbucks]

[While Princess hasn't ever come across anyone remotely psychic or telepathic, she has an idea. As such, she shows up to speak to Edward, knocking on the door in her civilian clothes. Can't have anyone getting wise.]

[puzzlerprince]

[Edward opens the door for her, smirking.]

Ms. Morbucks! Please, do come in.

[gotmorbucks]

[She does, ah. How quaint, how quaint.]

Sooo, you made a telepath angry?

[puzzlerprince]

Quite the opposite, as a matter of fact.

[gotmorbucks]

Oh well. Anyone in this town can make anyone angry, so it's not like it's surprising or anything.

Anyway, I thought about it a little, and I have an idea.

[puzzlerprince]

Oh? Go on.

[gotmorbucks]

Well, the obvious thing to do is to figure out a way to block their telepathy from getting into your mind, right? If you know anyone that can help with that, you're taking a good first step. Obviously, you don't wouldn't know how to clear your thoughts, right?

[puzzlerprince]

I'll admit, there's still much I have to learn about telepathy as a whole.

[gotmorbucks]

Well there you go. See? I'm surprised we don't have one to teach you these things anyway!