You have
many good ideas going around your brain. Sadly, even Multi-Trillionaire Richard Dollarpants can't do everything at once...yet
You phone up your
research team conveniently located in your
massive underground basement/bunker and ask them about cloning a Stegosaurus for a new food chain you had in mind. They tell you
it'll be done within the week.You phone up
the leaders of France and Germany, buying both countries from them for a few billion dollars. Being a
multi-trillionaire this is of no consequence to you. You order your
puppet governments (because you're too awesome to do it all yourself) to equip their armies with
non-lethal paintgun balls.
You then privately stage a
friendly paintball war between the two nations. The loser will have their
country gifted to the winner.
Asking one of your world-famous bikini-clad master chefs (
Who are both French and female) to cook you your hand-crafted recipe for
Dollar Bill Pound Cake, you phone up your good step-brother
Sony Tark and ask him for one of his infinite-energy power cores. He agrees but asks you for
access to your supermodel army for 1 week. You tell him you'll get back to him.
Be Mitch Pennyshirt.
You are now Mitch Pennyshirt! Having just narrowly escaped from your good twin's
rabid fanbase, you have finally returned to your
underground Batcave base. Your brother has had everything you've always wanted: Money, fame, power, an army of highly lethal supermodels, the works...It has been your life's work to seize his company for your own.
You have just recently gotten word of
Richard buying out your only company, Pennies for Shirts, and then horribly inflating the prices.
You are filled with righteous anger over this.