Everyone has their coping mechanisms, a way to blow off steam when they feel pent-up from the stress of day-to-day. Have you had a hard week at work? Or perhaps a friend won't call you back, or your wife isn't speaking to you? Whatever the problem, I have the solution: a deep financial fuckfest led by My greedy, uncaring hands. You know it'll only work if it hurts, if it leaves you so broken and destitute that whatever else is going on in your silly little life will seem like nothing. The amounts I demand are proportional, so no matter how many digits your paychecks hold, rest assured that you'll feel the pain. Gender neutral.