The beggar holds out his hand. It shakes, as tears of emotion roll down his cheek. He has it so bad, in his fully stocked bunker. As 70 year old Ukrainians get shredded in a Russian barrage, he cries "ME! OH POOR ME!" as he books a trip to his California mansion. "F**k you, Dimitri!" he cries, as the green screen in Studio City is malfunctioning. Such annoyances. That's gotta deserve another 100 billion.