This was concocted by a mad Norwegian Count who's inherited money, social isolation and inbred genetic deficiencies have left him with a crushing ennui lifted only by feeding the local orphans with reindeer meat before telling them why there will again be no Christmas Elf this year, and testing how people value their dignity by making solicitors speak to him by addressing his pet tapir, purchasing the naming rights of Flonkerton teams and making them play under the names of disgraced rowing captains, and seeing which celebrities will dance for his amusement for only 240 Krone each (+ 400 Krone for the green screen).