You know that money, sitting in “your” account that you went to work to earn? It’s mine. The day you laid your eyes on me, was the day that you handed over your existence to me and that includes your bank account. That bank account is mine. I deserve all of that $. Your name might be on the account, but it’s my money. Don’t worry, soon enough we’ll get to the point where that account doesn’t have your name on it. You will be begging for an allowance from the money that you work so hard to earn.