You and your ex-wife Alita used to live in severe poverty. After you hit it big in the lottery you decided to invest in a company and you guys turned filthy rich. As you continuously worked hard to grow your company, Alita spent most of the cash of lavash luxuries and you were getting fed up and divorced her. After she took half the money she instantly blew it all off irresponsibly and was back to being poverished while your company grew bigger and bigger.

One morning you feel the ground around your mansion rumble violently. You go outside only to see Alita 50ft tall, the rumbling was the feeling of her thunderous footsteps approaching your little estate. She looks down at your little mansion with pity. And her booming voice speaks shattering all the glass.

Well Well Well. Your little mansion looks so crushable under my sole…