After I pitched the Indian musical movie "Sairat" I created with The Beshekeled One listening in (highest-grossing ever in its language with over a billion YT views for the songs I composed), Grates, and his retinue of soulless Shysters, raised completely nonsensical objections to dispute my authorship in order to justify stealing my entire life's work for his Puppeteers, when his real objection was my skin colour and the fact that I disagreed with him politically. I'd love to stand in front of a Court or Grand Jury, whatever, and spell out the human consequences of not allowing me to leverage fair compensation for the fruits of my ingenuity into real philanthropy (not the Grates variety of profitably shuffling shekels between his pockets). Hell isn't hot enough for these utterly despicable freaks.