A giant monster made of paper rampages through downtown, civilians fleeing in all directions. "Run all you want! None can escape the wrath of Taxor!" A giant mech steps up, dressed in a nice suit and tie. Unhooking the tie and using it as a sword, he grabs his briefcase as a shield

against a barrage of complicated math symbols from the creature, before countering with a blow that severs the beasts arm. "Ha, you think that can stop me? Taxes are neverending!" Two more arms slide out of the stump. The Mech places his briefcase on the ground, firing missiles with the branding