Still stammering, Dr. Money continued to calculate each of the costs, expenses and charges to a mental account that would determine the full overall value of the situation at hand and the manner of its equivalent distribution with room left for equitable exponential growth in the future by natural gratuity through calculative accumulation already designed into the account via manner and style of calculation; Dr. Money's sharp money hungry double-bar dollar sign eyes. He saw his prey and he was about to mince it.

"Let's see here," he yammered on as he observed his own work and design in his head and thought about how to break up the work, itself; generation, cycling and recycling whilst also evolving and growing at a rate that would produce enough for himself, the land and itself simultaneously and without any type of decay or deterioration over time. "... Gonna hafta factor in 'Belphegor's Prime'..." he uttered, already having the knowledge prior of there being an actual method for the greatest form of debt on earth and in hell to heaven, itself; Belphegor's Prime - 1,000,000,000,000,066,600,000,000,000,001.

"One nonillion, sixty-six quadrillion, six hundred trillion and one." He scratched the bridge of his nose, furrowing his brow with intense thought for a moment. "... The next number would have to exponentially multiple into googolplex..." Dr. Money (A.K.A. Tymon) went on to note, noticing that in fact there was an actual -debt- that is a true -gap- in the social economic equity and the values of their own self worth and capacity for improvement of the value of life itself and the systematic sentience that went with each cycling rotation of the earth and evolution of mankind as the resourcefulness of humanity and the value of resources also shot up. "... That's only to stay out of perpetual debt..." Purgatory was a deep, dark hole that looked exactly like this slum wasteland, no matter how advanced it was, became or ever would be. This was the large hole that all the people lying, cheating, stealing, murdering, gambling and so on and so forth were causing in the economy both in their social habits and also their sociability with each other all the way up to how they spent their money, what they spent it on and what they paid attention to with the currency, itself. Burning it up in the incorrect fashion only ends up burying them ina debt they are not aware of nor that they are capable of replacing or replenishing because it has gone beyond their own ability to comprehend, yet there looms a residual negative value hanging over the heads of the entire community or nation as a deficit -and- this is the same with other nations. "The accumulative negative value of the equitable decline should all merge together to form the gap and also blend together just which areas are the most compatible for cooperation in systematic recovery in order to restore whichever system would be in a deficit at all for any reason." Essentially, it was the 'Street Of Gold' without any gold and led to a pathway to better and more valuable worldly materials via the use of and systematic cycling of those already active. "... That means I'll need at -LEAST- one quintillion, sixty-six billiard, six hundred billion and one dollars collectively in order to even -secure- this type of bridge without it collapsing..." he grinned a cheshire grin, "... Permanently. It meant that Dr. Money was going to have to pull from several places collectively and combine some currency into one by subtracting the dividing line between the two foreign or different currencies and returning their equity to its proper form as a value that actually amounts to the true value of the society and economy as well as its proper sustenance and systematic maintenance without needing any work and forming an upward slope that never ever declines.

"The Stairway To Heaven..."

First was to lay out the gold pavement on the ground to walk upon. That meant resolving Belphegor's Prime into a value that could systematically be increased by exponents into matching said value of (10^30 + 666 × 10^14 + 1). If the system that was established could not generate, sustain and/or maintain a value that would either instantaneously or gradually exponentially incline to eventually amount to said value *AND* also be able to double again to prepare for if such would collapse upon itself and fall back into 'Belphegor's Gap' once again, meaning extra calculative work and analytical formation or preparation.

Dr. Money was (fortunately) already on top of it and had been for a long time... Hence, 'Tymonland' in the Lawless Land of Valparaiso. It had special memories for he and parts of himself. Dr. Money could look back on this and see the branch of the tree that brought him out of hell and many others any time he reflected on the events of Tymonland and what he'd seen in a series of vivid dreams all throughout his entire life from childhood. Though his eyes were fixed on an income, they were dead set on the prize. The goal was in clear sight and Dr. Money had the chance to slip through.

He checked his blind spots -- corner gaze -- then listened for any overhearing that perhaps Master Bills would have been doing either via presence or actual communication and allowed his own overlapping thoughts to veil his words and cover his mind like an invisible sheet or screen projected from his own mind as a wall that a certain electromagnetic frequency could not permeate unless of greater electromagnetic polarity, magnitude or degree. Dr. Money wasn't completely trusting of Master Bills and already knew that he had a habit of dipping his head and hands a little too far into the pot trying to fit his will and way into something that wasn't entirely Dr. Money's own vision and plan to the utmost tic-tac exactness. Dr. Money (otherwise known as TYMON) knew the work of his own hands and saw when someone else tainted or poisoned it with their own whether or not he invited them. Yet, for some reason he was unbothered by this and continued to think on whilst maintaining his mental screen and letting his scrambled mind set its own values and lock them into place as if cracking open a safe that only he knew the logic, formulae and values to.

"Heehuhuehua~! This 'Blowout Sale' will be a hit!"

0. The newest shipment of pedestrians upon the soil of the Lawless Land, Valparaiso, would be escorted from out of MaTeus with care and deftness.

Now that the entire House was under control and each of the survivors of Baby Evil had become enslaved as servants of both Baby Evil and the House, it was time for Baby Evil to take over the House that kept the Dollhouse which covered up the Traphouse. Many who were already sent out were part of a special unit known as 'The $yndicate'; more properly as the 'Dark Network' or 'Black Licorice,' even. These specialized units under the complete dominion of Baby Evil were already sent out to deal with the task of collecting food and keeping the Dollhouse secure whilst also secretly making a trail for Baby Evil to follow -- whether they knew that they, themselves, were the prey or not.

Baby Evil already calculated this into the overall schematics and those who believed that they were free simply because they were out of the direct influence and territory of Baby Evil's immediate presence and jurisdiction were dead wrong; they were merely just pieces that were allowed to move beyond their original configuration and limitations to give the illusion of freedom and escape in order to judge who would attempt to flee, when, where, why and how, as some definitely did when they saw what they believed to be freedom. This was only the first step -- a very LARGE step, especially, for Baby Evil -- and in that first step, those that followed the 'freed' people that escaped ended up trapping them by tagging along and clinging to them because of following behind them... all to Baby Evil's master plan.

*BAM*

A long, fleshy tendril with a compartment like a room at its tip slammed down before one of the fleeing subjects, a gaping door-like appendage wide open and withdrawing the those in flight into its chambers before closing and turning to reconfigure itself immediately. Afterward, the next 'Trap Room' would slam down before the entrance of the first with the captured parties, only to open up and release them into it and 'Reconfigure' in the same fashion.

In a short time, the Dollhouse-Madhouse-Traphouse had already grown in territory, and so did Baby Evil by default.

*BAM*BAM*

More trapping ensued all throughout the House, this mobile growth of a play house becoming more and more enlarged by the moment. Baby Evil remained constantly focused on its goal and ensuring that none escaped, yet did not allow everyone to be captured immediately. Those that had gone out the furthest were allowed to continue to run only up to the point of encroachment of Baby Evil to an extended territory, wherein which the runners would be captured in a similar fashion to those which now walked through the labyrinth that was Baby Evil's growing and developing society.

Sooner or later, the enlarged land thrived with the shifting of the 'Reconfiguration' and those inside of it walking through 'Trap Room's and 'Trap Hall's and such, yet also living in a society that geared its lifestyle toward this fashion of living and also sustenance of self via this form of life at all. It was like a puzzle and a challenge, yet at the same time a casual means of living life with no worry nor care. Those which were meant to be sacrificed to Baby Evil for their destructiveness in the community would be led to it and slaughtered either before they reached Baby Evil or once they did and consumed whilst Baby Evil provided feed for the rest of the society in a systematic fashion compartmentalized to the necessity of whomever and whatever whenever.

This way of life thrived for a time.

Though Baby Evil's society both grew and was sustained properly as a culture, they were all still trapped inside of an economic structure that belonged to the House which was over them and the Ruler of said House -- the Puppet Master -- still at large and in control of the greater shelter over the city-like society that Baby Evil captured and maintained within the confines of the House. Baby Evil knew to snatch up all of the little ones would mean that there were no puppets for the Puppet Master to use, yet this did nothing for the actual conquest of the Puppet Master and the House, itself, that they all resided in. Thus extended the plans of Baby Evil ever further -- twas the time for militant tactic and expertise strategy, of which Baby Evil grew into learning and understanding as time went on in the Traphouse, Madhouse and Dollhouse all the way up to the very House, itself.

Consisting of those who were trapped when Baby Evil conquered the Traphouse, those who were mentally fragile and were controlled in the Madhouse and those who were governed in the Dollhouse, this little systematic societal army of Baby Evil's would be known as 'The $yndicate' -- a faction of a larger whole which thrived as a community under the watchful care of Baby Evil, moving ever with and because of their master. As this community grew, so did Baby Evil, and in size, Baby Evil would soon be enlarged to the point of where the Puppet Master was in the House; the one sole Ruler over it all.

Yet, Baby Evil was not unwise -- Puppet Master could definitely create more puppets out of other resources, even if there were no longer any worthy life forms about. In fact, it was of Baby Evil's limited knowledge on the matter that both the Puppet Master of the House and Babylon, Baby Evil's mother, had some sort of ties to each other, which made Baby Evil seek to fully overthrow the Puppet Master and the House that might have harbored its mother in any of her practices, customs, ways, habits, lifestyles and the like at all and totally destroy them all. With Puppet Master's territory growing smaller once Baby Evil encroached upon the floor, crawling like a babe and securing land like an owner, there was less of the grounding of the House controlled by the Puppet Master and now more for Baby Evil.

Baby steps.

Now, the previous Puppet Master which was left behind as the authority and dominion of the House kept watch over all the events that occurred above ground with Baby Evil and its encroachment, yet because of Baby Evil's childlike demeanor in the playful capture of pieces and territories something like a young Puppet Master, the Puppet Master, in his sentiment, would not be able to tell that Baby Evil also created a network underground -- the Dark Network -- built into the roots of the Traphouse and the Madhouse. The special faction of it -- Black Licorice -- had already been inside of the network during Baby Evil's birth and uprising, working their way into the systematic features and functions of Baby Evil's life since before Baby Evil was awakened. Black Licorice had been the faction of a previous $yndicate 'Dark Network' that had been working its way in the ventilation of the Traphouse and Madhouse the entire time. Thus, when it was time for Baby Evil to create its own organization, the 'Dark Network's 'Black Licorice' faction was already prepared to establish the 'Order' of 'The $yndicate' both as per Baby Evil's designation and also based off of their own protocol and original process or procedure.

It was only a matter of time before 'The $yndicate' once again sprouted from the ground underneath the Puppet Master's feet and wrapped him up in what lay below even his own House -- a Traphouse known as the 'Dark Network' of 'The $yndicate'.

All the while that Baby Evil took command of the $yndicate from underground via the Dark Network -- Black Licorice, specifically -- the lower levels of the sewage system of the House were commandeered and the very ground beneath the Puppet Master's feet became like binding threads stitched together with his flesh on the soles. He could not move nor manipulate without the Traphouse getting hold of him.

Meanwhile, Baby Evil continued to learn at an exponential rate and grow even more swiftly, playing all the way through with the Dark Network.

The $yndicate prospered and flourished.

='House'=

-The $yndicate-