It looks like either the Trumpinator or the Wicked Witch of the East Coast. I am beginning to think about rebuilding the basement into a retro style atomic shelter.
Or they were giving him high-priced personalized services that promised him some desired outcome for exchange of a lot of money, then came up with a reason why it did not work and promised another one, and he kept paying until he did not have anymore.
Happens unnervingly often.
Hope is a bitch.
