There is this monster shop that roams the world looking suitable empty paddocks to make its home. Once it’s found it’s new home it settles its roots that connect the sewers.

Lured by the new shop the customers enter the shop and are greeted by a waft of gas that dispersed by the monster shop, which confuses the customer into thinking they must have all their money can buy. Still in a trance the consumer leaves having their money consumed by the money eating monster shop.

The consumer is unaware of the crime against them till they return home, they sit and think; “hey where’s my money” but having no memory of the monster shop. On and on the shop roams sucking the wealth of countries with the sole purpose of collapsing world government.